#Xanthus x reader

[thedivinevera]

❦Alternative❦

Your basic yandere x reader story but he is transported in the body of his variant who happens to cheat on you.

Imagine working so hard to make your darling fall in-love to you and you suddenly find out that another version of you in an alternate reality is cheating and wasting the love you blessed to his variant. - yandere!

(This is the more "headcanon" like post than the other one where it looks like a script/ convo of my Au uni)

Part 1 and 2

Yandere!multiple characters x gn reader

Tags: yandere x reader, male characters, established relationship, alternative Universe (Au), no gender reader, yandere au, cheating au, multiple characters

Tw! : Yandere, toxic relationship (2 types), CHEATING, unhealthy obsession, MENTIONED OF SELF HARM, mention of death, mention of murder, using profanity (curse). OOC CHARACTERS

A/N hellooo this is my first time doing a multiple character post (and my first post after a long hiatus,). Honestly there are a lot of fandoms I really want to contribute so I decided to just do this!!! So as a reminder; since this is multiple characters post, expect a lot of OOC

Yandere x reader but he's transported into another alternative Universe, where his variant cheated on you.

Yandere x reader but rather than seeing a traumatized reader (mainly caused by him) he sees an either a begging reader who desperately asks him how he could do this to them or a reader who's cold and seems to just don't give a fuck about him but either way it's far more better than seeing you traumatized and lifeless

Yandere x reader but he's comforting and promising to you that he will never do it again and if that means he would need to be put in a leash, camera in his house, or kill himself if he did it again, then so be it.

Yandere x reader but he killed the person he cheated with and hurt themselves intentionally in the process because his variant (the body) and that person is the reason why his beloved is hurting.

Yandere x reader but he manipulated you to accept him again by letting you see the scars he put in himself because "he" deserves it and put on a show that he's guilty that he couldn't live knowing he hurt you.

Yandere x reader but he's now treating you far better than his variant, of course excluding the fact that he's too possessive and obsessed with you, but hey! Atleast he's not fucking some person behind your back.

Yandere x reader but he never wants to go back to his alternative Universe because as long as you love and care for him he would never want to leave you again.

Yandere x reader but he's so fucking angry because in his world he had done everything to have what his variant have; you and he just waste it for a fucking whore.

Yandere x reader but he almost put himself in self destruction because this body is the same body that hurts you.

Yandere x reader but now everything that he had plan for the future is finally can be put in place.

Yandere x reader but he loves you so much to even think about cheating with you because he thinks that your love is an extension of his life and no matter what happen, no matter how beautiful the person is he would never think of cheating with you ever again .

Yandere x reader but he's ready to be put in lobotomy just to show he would never cheat on you :))

Some meme :)))

[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?”

[belladonnadawn]

Point Of No Return

After finding out about your infidelity, Xanthus hatched a plan to make sure that you will not do such thing again. Xanthus x Reader Content Warning: Mentions of torture and violence. (I don't know if I should put yandere since he's just like that apparently.)

Xanthus is inconsolable. After the revelation of your affair came to him, he was left bewildered. You tricked him, you deceived him, you took him for a fool. He knew that the signs were there, but he disregarded it, thinking that his trust in you is bigger than those doubts– a regret that he'll always hate himself for.

A part of him is in disbelief that you managed to cheat on him. He wondered how long this has been going on. Days? Weeks? Months? Either way, the fact that you managed to conceal it was impressive– especially when both of you are tethered by the bond.

He watched as you kissed him goodbye. The kiss lasted too long for his liking. Betrayal swelled in his heart. Xanthus observed you, wanting to know if you feel what he's feeling. Then, you paused. His eyes widened slightly, maybe you will come around. But instead you gave him another kiss before parting.

His fist was clenched tight as he witnessed it. It felt like an insult– a blatant display of mockery. The urge to confront you and let all his burdens out was strong, but he resisted. He's better than that. A cheap confrontation does not cut it. He knew he needed to do more. Something that will assure him that you won't commit this sin anymore for as long as he lives.

Xanthus was known for his swiftness and precision in battlefield and in confrontation. After all, he was a warrior before he was a vampire. The skills that he had were honed by centuries of experience.

He witnessed war, famine, and destruction in his own eyes. But seeing you with that man opened a new kind of pain in his heart. Despite anger and betrayal dominating him, he knew that he can't hide the fact that witnessing your adultery broke something in him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice drifted him away from his thoughts. “You seem preoccupied,” Sitting beside him, you can almost feel the tension. You don't have to ask why, since you felt like you already know the answer.

Xanthus gave you a weak smile, “Nothing, I've just been exhausted.” He held his card close, not wanting to let you in. Today is not the day where he should reveal his cards. He has a lesson prepared for you and he'll make sure it is something that you won't forget.

You were beyond anxious when Sam stopped answering your calls. He wasn't in his apartment, his office, or a friend's. Searching far and wide, there are no traces of him. You tried to calm yourself down to minimize Xanthus’ suspicion, but it was ineffective.

“What's wrong? Your heart seems to beat out of your chest.” Xanthus pulled you close, “Did something bad happen? I can feel how restless and nervous you are.”

Closing your eyes, you relished in his comfort despite the situation. “I was just thinking about my loved ones in my hometown,” You stated giving a small hint of truth.

He nodded understandingly, “Ah, yes. The fear of the unknown. Do you want to talk to them? I can accompany you.” A sweet smile plastered on his face. Instead of feeling comforted, your anxiety spiked higher.

You shook your head, “Thank you, Xanthus. But I'm fine.” A small smile flashed in your lips as he kissed your forehead.

He is comforting, like a warm blanket on a rainy day. A hint of guilt crept in; you tried to bury it, but before you could a subtle hint of satisfaction filled you. It was strange, but welcome.

“I can appease your mind,” He caressed your cheeks.

“Really?”

“Yes, you should know by now that I'll do anything for you.” He presented his hand out, “Let me guide you, my love.” Warmth spread on your cheeks as you gently took it.

You watched as he gently guided you deeper in his mansion. As you went deeper, you felt his eagerness and excitement. Curiosity filled you as you both halted in front of a door.

Your heart dropped as Xanthus opened the door. No one could've prepared you for what lies ahead.

You felt suffocated as your eyes landed on him. His arms chained to the wall, feet barely standing up, and his face almost unrecognizable. If it wasn't for the subtle rise on his chest, you'd believe that he's dead.

You finally found Sam.

Xanthus stood beside you, “You don't have to search for him. Did I appease you?” He tilted his head, almost wearing a grin.

It felt as if the ground was going to swallow you whole. A mix of shame, shock, and fear coursed through your body. Your secret spilled with a big mess, everything that you did to cover it up broke down.

“Xanthus…” You turned to him, face filled with horror. “I wasn't– it wasn't supposed to end like this.” Your voice falters as he gazed at you with an unreadable expression. But you don't have to know what he feels, you can feel it yourself. The burning and ever consuming rage consumed you too.

“How is this supposed to end?”

“I…” Words die before they can formulate. You weren't prepared for a confrontation, let alone when your affair partner is chained up with your lover's wall. All you know in this situation is lying will dig your grave deeper.

“It was just supposed to be a one time thing–”

“But?” He tilted his head, held back tension evident in his face. “Was he that good?”

His question made you flinch. You bit the inside of your cheek, “He's… enough.”

You spoke the truth. The more you think about it, the more unclear why you got caught up in this affair. Maybe it's the thrill? Maybe it was the normalcy that he brought? After all, being with a vampire is different from being with a human.

“For how long?”

“Four days.”

Xanthus nodded, satisfied at your answer. “I have had him for two days now. Maybe I can let him escape after two more days.” He hummed. “If he can make it out after tomorrow.”

You grimaced at the thought, immensely apologetic on Sam's situation. Sending a man to a grave for lustful nights is something that you never expected to happen.

“Do you want to know what I did?”

Before you could answer, he interjected.

“I took his nails off one by one, bust his kneecaps, broke his fingers, removed some of his teeth–”

“Stop. Please, stop.”

He spoke with such nonchalance, as if recalling his grocery list. It was sick. You feel sick.

Xanthus walked towards you, tilting your head so you can look him in the eyes. “I held back for you. Don't you know that? Even in my rage, I thought about what you would feel. I am considerate towards you. Did you even gave me the same grace?”

You tried to back away, but he only pulled you close. His presence is domineering– overwhelming. Xanthus is inescapable, and you're a fool to try and do so.

“You and I are bonded, until I die– until you die. I don't want any imbeciles trying to take my place. This is the last time that this will happen, understand?”

Leaving you no choice, you nodded. His words engraved in your mind noting the thinly veiled threat. The thought of spending your night with someone other than him now feels unimaginable.

You close your eyes, promising to fully give yourself to him. A devotion and a prayer to avoid such tragedy again. After all, he always has a history to back it up.

Divider: Cafekitsune

[rain-soaked-sun]

So uh how we feeling about sub xanthus and zaros🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️(really switch but whatever)

[botanbunny]

Breaking Bonds

Xanthus x Reader

-Audric has some notes he needs to take-

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“Audric! Your problem is with me..Let them go!!”

Xanthus screamed straining against the chains that bound him. Him and Dontis had been stuck in this room for a day maybe more. Love had gone with Audric and he could feel your panic, your pain and torment, thru the bond.

“Please…” he begged barely above a whisper.

“They can feel what you feel Xanthus, you need to calm down….”

“AND I CAN FEEL WHAT BEING DONE TO THEM!!….you have no idea….the bond…..I can feel it breaking.”

Tears start to stream down his face. “FUCK!!!!” he strains against the chains yet again.

“Oh do lighten up will you..” the door creaks on its hinges as Audric calmly walks forward, hands behind his back.

An almost feral noise leaves Xanthus lips.

“I will kill you.”

“Ohh now see you already tried that and look where that left you.” He smirks as he stops just out of reach. “Besides, I have a gift for you…” hands covered in blood come from behind his back as he places a bloody pile in front of Xanthus’s feet.

A human heart.

“Have you felt it yet?” Licking the blood of his fingers. “it takes a minute for the heart to stop beating but I wanted to see how long the bond lasted after death, thought I should take notes.”

Xanthus couldn’t breathe, the world was ending. He could barely hear Audrics laughter, barely hear anything at all except for the ringing in his ears and the numbness that spread from his chest to his head. Thrashing against the chains that were wrapped around him.

“Now tell me Xanthus, how does it feel to lose the one thing in life worth living for??….this is for my notes after all, so please use complete sentences and talk slowly.”

[peppymintdreams]

Period comfort from Xanthus and Dontis please. From loves view. Thank you 🫶

So for this I didn’t know if you wanted it separate for both of them like each of their listeners are just love getting comfort from both Xanthus and Dontis so I’ll do that separately but right now I have Xanthus done

Periods

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

Xanthus had always known when something was off. With heightened senses, he could pick up on the tiniest shifts in heartbeat, the faintest changes in mood. Love’s usually bright energy had dimmed over the past few hours. She had tried to brush it off, but he could see it in the way she hugged herself, a silent attempt to ease the pain she thought she could hide.

Without a word, he stepped away from the painting he had been half-heartedly admiring and approached her. His footsteps were soundless on the polished wood floor, but Love was too wrapped up in her discomfort to notice him until the weight of his presence settled beside her on the sofa. She glanced up, offering him a weak smile, but it faded quickly as another wave of cramps hit her.

Xanthus narrowed his eyes, the predator in him recognizing her distress immediately. He knew better than to press—Love didn’t like to admit when something was wrong—but after centuries of observing, he’d learned the subtleties of human pain. His hand, cool but soothing, brushed against her forehead.

"You're hurting," he murmured, his voice low and wrapped in concern.

"It's just..." Love waved a hand vaguely towards her stomach, attempting to downplay it. "Cramps. Nothing major."

Xanthus tilted his head, dark eyes studying her intently. He didn’t buy the nonchalance. "I’ve lived long enough to know when someone is in more pain than they’re letting on, Love."

She let out a small sigh, curling her knees tighter to her chest. "Fine, it’s bad. But it happens every month. I’m used to it."

Xanthus’s gaze softened, his lips curving into a sympathetic frown. His mind raced through the many things he could do for her—he might not have experienced this particular type of suffering, but his knowledge of the human body, especially after centuries of studying anatomy and medicine, gave him an advantage.

Without another word, he stood and moved swiftly to the kitchen, retrieving a warm water bottle and some herbal tea from the pantry. Within minutes, the kettle whistled softly, and he returned to the sofa, placing the water bottle gently against her abdomen.

Love gave him a surprised look as the warmth spread through her body, easing some of the tension in her muscles. "You didn’t have to—"

"I don’t need to," Xanthus cut her off gently, his smile just a little smug as he handed her the steaming mug of chamomile tea. "But I want to."

She accepted the tea, holding it close to her chest. The warmth felt good, soothing her from the inside out. Xanthus settled back beside her, his arm draping loosely over her shoulders as he pulled her against his side. Despite his cool skin, the contact was comforting.

"I know it doesn’t help much," he admitted softly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her arm, "but I’m here, whatever you need. I’ve dealt with worse things in my centuries. If I can handle wars and revolutions, I think I can handle this."

She couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up at his comment. His dark, sarcastic humor always had a way of easing her discomfort. "Are you saying my period is worse than a revolution?"

He grinned, sharp fangs just barely visible as he leaned in closer. "I’m saying I would face a revolution a hundred times over before letting you suffer through this alone."

Love smiled softly, resting her head on his shoulder. His arm tightened around her just a fraction, the kind of subtle gesture that reminded her of how fiercely protective he could be.

The storm outside continued to build, but the warmth inside the penthouse remained steady. Xanthus shifted slightly, and his fingers moved to rub gentle circles over her abdomen where the cramps were strongest. His touch was firm but soothing, a far cry from the danger he normally exuded. In moments like these, she almost forgot the ancient creature of the night he truly was. Almost.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the rain a steady rhythm in the background. The warmth of the tea, the water bottle, and Xanthus’s gentle ministrations slowly started to make the pain more bearable.

"Why do you always know what to do?" Love asked softly, tilting her head to look up at him.

Xanthus smiled down at her, his gaze filled with an affection so deep it almost hurt to look at. "Because I care for you, Love. And after four hundred years, I’ve learned that small comforts can make all the difference in the world." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Besides, I’ve got nothing but time to take care of you."

His words wrapped around her like the warmest blanket, and Love allowed herself to relax fully against him. Xanthus pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his cool lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary, as if to anchor her in this moment of peace.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Always, Love," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Always."

[Dontis coming soon]

[c-t-r-l14]

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.

Masterlist

[chol1na]

if you decide not to do anything because you're scared, then things will stay this way forever.

wip:

✮ pickle vs nihongo. (isaac)

✮ sakuverse character’s handwriting.

✮ my little leech (xanthus/lawrence)

✮ relativity (elias)

© chol1na

[thedivinevera]

XANTHUS NSFW

ALPHABET

Xanthus x reader, Xanthus x fem!reader, Xanthus x afab!reader, vampire x reader, zsakuva! Character x reader

!NSFW ALPHABET!, Vampire x human, established relationship, p and v smut

Tw; NSFW, dirty, dirty, dirty, mention of toys, Nsfw alphabet, wrong spellings, bad writing (seriously)

Xanthus Nsfw alphabet, from a to z all of the sin and disturbingly detailed NSFW information using my bad writing and sleep deprived mind 🥹🥹, live, laugh, love Xanthus

A/n there is no Nsfw audio for Xanthus not like Luca, Andrew and kayson 😔😔✊, i've had like pending series for xanthus and planning to repost my works in Tumblr from my Wattpad which are all zsakuva characters

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

A 10/10 would fix a bath with you and would cook food or snacks, he's a vampire so even how many rounds you both had done he still has some energy to take care of you, while you had all of her body parts shaking from pleasure and guts rearrange

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Your neck and lips. Love to take blood on your neck and also love to take kisses. You can make him thirst home by your neck and give him life by your lips. For his, he loves his hand because they're handy ahahhah

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Wants his to be deep in your inside, as a vampire he doest have to worry about you getting pregnant because he's a vampire, he's dead. Dead cannot give birth to another life. If it's yours then he wants it in his mouth. Like your blood, he also loves your white fluids is just as delicious as your blood is

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Wants to have a little predator x prey roleplay, you know like he would hunt you as his little prey then you need to hide and he would catch you and would fuck you brainless while he takes blood from you also like to see you depends on him, would love to see you cry and asked him to make you cum. Xanthus secretly loves it when you're dependable to him it gives him power and reassurance

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Has enough, and probably already tries a decent amount of kink to pleasure you, most of them are just loveless sex nothing more or if there's feeling involved it's something he convinces himself is true, but being with you is everything. Sex with you is like the first sex he's been so passionate, so eager. He always had control over himself when it comes to intercourse but he can't control himself to you, to not just take you right there and here

F= Favorite position

Missionary, cowgirl, and spooning, so he can see your face and have good access to your neck, his favorite is missionary it's the default but to have the privilege to see your face while he fucking you and to also have good access to your neck is such a jackpot for him

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Very serious when he's trusting to you but once you both finish would catch some hideous jokes and dirty ones that you need to cover your face up, probably joke about how he would pay so much to feel you again and if you're a stripper he would definitely pay a lot just to fuck you. If you like to joke in bed you would get silenced after some deep hard thrust

H= Hair (grooming habits)

The carpet matches the drapes and also it's not shaved bald just long trims you can still see his pubes around the cock it's not that long it's short. He trims quite often, more when he knew that your sex drive is sex driving again

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Combination of romantic with roughness I cannot really see Xanthus calling you names mostly because he thinks sex as a very special thing and he cherishes you very well to even dare to call you that also there are some chance that Dontis is probably listening you both, and don't want to get teased again

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He didn't do it often, he has a full control to himself and i also doubt that this old man has a high sex drive after all this years and centuries but to be honest he can be easily aroused by you just because it's you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

This old man is a vanilla with a high strength and stamina, loves to keep it romantic, just kisses and good ol basic ( a/n there's nothing wrong with vanilla sex it's enjoyable as a more flavored one) but he likes to tie you up also like possessive sex, when he get jealous he loves to fix it with sex unless it's a big thing but if it's just some little jealousy then yes. Mostly you're the one who try the kink since he already experienced it

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

In his bed or couch. Just like i said he likes to keep it romantic and everything so i doubt that he likes doing voyeurism

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Everything that you do that look very sexual or when you look innocent (reference to the "whiskey") gives him the urge of corruption

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Hurting you like i mean the legit hurt where you can see some bruises in your skin also don't like threesomes or even letting someone touch you aka voyeurism. He's possessive and he knew that Sharing you would make him act aggressive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

By receiving, he wouldn't deny it, he likes it when you suck him under his desk and his eyes roll back because of pleasure and head and back laying down to the leather chair while you choke in him. By giving his the best, just like what i said he likes your cum as much as he loves your blood and kisses. Would overstimulate you with his tongue and its not helping that he's so great at it. 100% would turn into a hungry man when you remove your panty and sit on his face or if you don't like to sit on his face and choke him with you weight then to damn bad he would force you to grind and sit comfortably to his face and would have his eyes look at you with lust and no he don't care if he can't breathe anymore he's already dead remember?

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Fast and rough with a little romantic sometimes he also like a slow and romantic pace really depends on what mood are you in

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Love it sometimes, just sometimes. He loves it when you had a little quickie when he's busy in the gallery and cannot take care of your needs of course he cannot have any other creatures or anyone to satisfy you so he would do anything even making you cum in the private room on the gallery

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Would try if you want to try it, just doesn't like having a threesome, gangbang nor just a mention of anyone seeing your body but otherwise as long as you're comfortable then he's ready to cooperate

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

So fucking long, i swear you never saw him being exhausted or tired after many rounds like hell you're already passing out and he still has his pace (a fast and rough thrust). Don't try to be nice and give him the permission to use you as much as he can because while you already pass out many times and wake up with him still thrusting inside you, he still has his pace on the same as the pace from the start

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Ho ho ho. I doubt that he likes using toys a lot i love tot think that xanthus is a boomer and doesn't know how to use technology that's why he prefer writing in a notebook and he just said that he likes writing more than typing because he don't want you to laugh at him for not knowing technology but yeah he would just probably use a little vibrator (which is he loves the effect but hate to use) and a dildo because it's a lot more easier for him (no technology nor buttons needed) after all he just need to pump it down your hole

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Sometimes he would tease you but he actually prefers you use him as your personal toy or something like that. Ride him or do everything he's ok with it. Just like what i said he already experienced a lot of kink by himself so he wants you to be the one who explore more so yes he likes to suspense himself you know so you can have more time to try things before he fills you up

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Sometime quite but sometimes would pant and moan occasionally but otherwise he's not really as loud, He prefers listening to your voice than his

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Love it when you use him as a personal dildo he would just lay down to the bed while you bounce to him as much as your heart's content. Loves it when you get jealousy and try to please him by again bouncing on his cock and milking him while you had this coy smile, so innocent like you're not fucking your pussy down balls deep on his cock

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

( Holding a ruler) 5 and half inches with a circumference of 2 and half when it's hard. It has a pinkish brown hue his head/ tip is pinkish

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Probably lower than a normal he's already fucking old basically 500 years old ahahhah this grandpa already have his sex drive spend and turn to dust after all this years ahahaah

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

No, not really, you would but not him definitely he prefer to clean you while your sleeping so you don't feel uncomfortable also give you water or massage your muscles, he has a lot of energy despite all of this fucking and love making so it's not a surprise that he wouldn't sleep fast after you both are finished

Votes are appreciated

[literary-motif]

ENOUGH ANGST !!!! AAAGGHHH I HATE ANGST !!!! So after Isis confirmed the bound, Xanthus said that he will now sleep with love in order to keep them safe. After listener gets comfortable and finally falls asleep. Xanthus keeps staring at them, slowly releasing what Isis said and building a deeper connection to love. Just for Xanthus to hug them and rest with love PLSPLSPLS

My Design

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

There was something very intimate about sleeping together — literally sleeping together. Xanthus was enthralled with the soft rise and fall of your chest, calming him so thoroughly that he feared it might lull him into the land of sweet oblivion himself. Your eyelids were gently closed, hiding the beautiful eyes he had lost himself in quite a few times since meeting you in that alley. 

He could not believe you had agreed to spend the night. Certainly, his lavishly decorated house — nay, mansion — might have something to do with it. It looked rather nice, he supposed. He was proud of the furniture, his collection of little specialties expanding over many centuries until it consisted of the composition of works he decorated his house with. 

There was an original Böcklin in the study, and a letter his old friend Van Gogh had sent him safely tucked away in the cabinet, next to the volumes of now historical pictures a history student might sell their soul for. 

His bed was very comfortable as well. Perhaps that was the reason that got you to stay, or maybe the thunderstorm raging in the night had made the prospect of walking home rather distasteful. Either way, you were here now, and he was glad for it. 

Isis had been gone for two hours, and his mind was still reeling. The bond was as fascinating as it was utterly terrifying. He had spent centuries living alone, not daring to tie himself to another person because they would wither and fade before his eyes, and now he was entangled with someone who was definitely going to die! 

‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. Yehuda Halevi was right, but instead of the holiness he described at the end of the poem, Xanthus would find insanity when your heart stopped beating. 

How fearful, indeed.

What was this feeling of love he had? How long had he gone without it? Vaguely, he recalled an infatuation at the end of the 19th century — nothing he had ever felt compared to this. 

There was a thread tying you both together, one he could not so easily break no matter how hard he might strain against it. Not that he wanted to, although he supposed part of him did.

Vulnerability never came easy, and now you were his weakness. A weakness. 

You mumbled something in your sleep, and he could not help the fond smile that came across his face. You looked so comfortable with your head buried in the pillows, lying on your side. Unconsciously, you had curled around him, and Xanthus felt the sudden urge to gather you in his arms and make sure nothing mortal or otherwise would ever get the chance to hurt you. 

Something in his chest shifted at seeing your peaceful expression — one that had been missing from his own face for decades. His chest felt warm, and he felt the burning need to protect that had evaded him since he had watched his nephews being lowered into the ground. 

This is love, he realized suddenly, burning, aching, maddening love. What had he become?

What had the bond done to him?

“Xan?” you mumbled, still asleep. His heart could not take it.

“I’m here, love,” he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around you to pull you against his chest. Your head lay on his chest, and you let out a content sigh, appreciating his affection even from beyond the veil of sleep. “Sleep, I’m here.”

You did not reply, your gentle breathing filling the air again. Distantly, he heard a crack of thunder, lighting striking across the sky in a sudden flash of unloading tension.

Xanthus closed his eyes, listening to your heart instead, hearing it pump the blood through your body. He hoped it would keep beating for a long, long time to come. 

He would make sure of it anyway.

[vamqyr3]

HI IM HERE I HAVE XANTHUS REQUEST FOR UUUU

could i get xanthus with a male reader with us topping him? like taking over him for once instead of him ruining us ? tysm omg love ur works 😸😸

Hi, Jasper. You kind of actually just sent this in at a great time. Because I’m thinking very complex thoughts. But also don’t read this, I’m embarrassed. (°▽°)

I WANT. I want so badly to shove my fat dick in Xanthus you have no idea. Are you kidding? I need him biblically. Xanthus with a stomach bulge it dosen’t hurt hes a vampire. Nibbling at readers neck trying between thick ass thrusts to break skin but it’s just slobber and breath over your neck. On everything I own grabbing him by his hair (which is one of his canon kinks) and slathering his face with sticky salty cum. I cant I cant. Honest to god I want to fat baby’s in him I can’t I cannot I will not do this anymore. He has to be a slut he wants your attention every still second of every minute, 24/7. “I can’t be with them all the time,” yes you can, yes you will. He wants it he needs it, craves it pines for it, drools over it cries for it. He’s so stoic and put together, controlling in every regard, commanding most of the times he’s alone. Sure yes, he’s fucked reader in the ally a couple of times. Just one change I want to ruin him. Overstim would be a very hard feat to concur. But what if reader strapped a vibe to his raw pinky dick, genuinely chained the pull of his wrists and left a machine to fuck him all day? In a perfect world everything stops to edge him.

I’m deleting this, all of that is wild what am I some kind of slut?

[chol1na]

this was so cute~ i die for soft fluffy content (especially in this community hehe). super well written i loved the format!!!!!

could you maybe write something on xanthus, kayson, or isaac comforting their partner? i feel like they’d have interesting methods hehe~

(ʏ���ᴜ) ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍ - ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ☆

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴄʟᴀɪʙᴏʀɴᴇ, ᴋᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʀʜᴏᴀᴅᴇꜱ.

i did this in headcanon form if that’s alright lovely <3 i couldn’t decide on who to write for so i did them all :)) !

gender neutral reader as always :)

tw/cw: none!

xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴄʟᴀɪʙᴏʀɴᴇ ･ ｡ﾟ☆ -

• would detect straight away if your feeling upset or a little down (from the bond of course, and he’s a vampire :33 )

• would definitely be the type to quietly ask “are you alright love?” or “what’s the matter?”

• would listen to EVERY word, and i mean EVERYTHING.

• if it was about your feelings, he’d hold your hand while listening and then slowly pull you into a hug, wrapping one arm around your back and the other on your head, rubbing up and down to soothe you.

• if it was about your body / or dysmorphia, he would be the type to kiss gently across the parts where your feeling insecure, and then seal it off with a kiss, to make sure you know he’s being truthful (would probably give you a hug again lol)

• if you were to cry, i feel like a part of him would be upset too. he can’t bear to see you cry.

• would hold your face and wipe away your tears while shushing you, looking gently into your eyes and smiling softly.

• if you needed to cry onto his shoulder, he’d gladly let you, letting you take all the time you need. he knows humans are fragile and need to let out their emotions every once in a while.

• would NOT CARE if you got his shirt soggy, as long as you are feeling better that’s all that matters.

• if you didn’t want to talk or just wasn’t in the mood, BUT still wanted comfort, he’d beckon you to lie down with him on his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, and draw soothing circles onto your palms slowly.

• wouldn’t mind at all about the silence if that’s what you wanted, he’d probably end up listening to your breathing or heartbeat the whole time anyway <33

˗ˋˏ°• ᴋᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏᴇʀ -

• now we’ve already seen him comfort listener a few times in his audios, but i’m gonna list headcanons anyway 🙏

• he’d probably detect it straight away, but not say anything until he’s aware you know that HE knows that your off.

• he’d probably drop hints throughout the day, like silently rubbing circles into your knuckles while holding your hand, or asking “are you alright?”

• would wait until you get home to ask you what’s wrong, as he doesn’t want to panic you in a public space.

• if you were venting and suddenly burst into tears while speaking, he’d pull you in and let you sit on his lap, stroking your hair and gently rocking you back and fourth to calm you down.

• would sit there ALL day listening to you, he just wants you to be happy :((

• if the issue was something he could do about it, he’d get involved and help you sort it out (if that makes sense 🗣️)

• if not, he’d hold your hands and tell you that things will get better, and that it will all work out in the end ❤️‍🩹

• again, would be the type to not care how long you cry, it’s better out than in. he’d wait forever for you, as long as your okay in the end :))

ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʀʜᴏᴀᴅᴇꜱ + *.☽ .* -

• he’d be SO concerned, he’d probably think something huge has happened.

• he’d probably be the dense type that wouldn’t really know what to do.

• if he caught you crying, he’d probably sort of ask questions quickly like “what happened? are you alright? did something happen?”

• poor man is traumatised ☹️

• he’d listen intently, understanding you straight away. he’d probably say things like “i get it.” or “i understand what your feeling.” to try and comfort you more.

• if you wanted a hug, would probably wrap his arms around you, guide your head to his shoulder, and sort of pat you gently on the back ? (he’s trying his best)

• if you were crying onto him, he’d probably whisper things like “it’s okay.” and “it will be fine.”

• would probably ask again if anything has happened, just to make sure.

• if you wanted to stay with him, i don’t think he’d mind sort of cuddling on the couch with you nuzzled into him, just enjoying his presence.

• during this he’d probably put his hand on your head and very slowly stroke your hair.

• would probably make you a drink like a cup of tea or some juice after to hydrate you, and to make you feel better :))

• he’s trying his best okay <33

hi hi i hope this was okay :-)) ive never done headcanons before so this was sort of new for me so im sorry if this is a bit ‘rough’. also this isn’t proof read so please tell me if there are any mistakes <33

requests are open! thank you for reading <33

- jude 🌱

[ashyx]

WELCOME! ♡♡

Hi! I'm ash I go by she/they Pronouns and I'm 16 years old

This account is where I will post my zsakuva fics and aus. They aren't the best (especially since English isn't my first language🥹), but I definitely try my best!

I love writing, but I'm still improving, which is why I chose to create this account in the first place!

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MASTERLIST:

♡–––––I miss you more than life itself, my love" | xanthus x reader

♡––––– "taylor swift songs i'd give to Zsakuva characters and their listeners" | headcannons

[peppymintdreams]

It’s minty dreamers fan vote time yall

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Northern Star

(part six )

Hypnos x Male! Reader (From Wake Me From This Dreaming), Y/N x ocs, Hypnos x ocs,  Achilles x Patroclus, Zagreus/meg/Thanatos in later chapters. 

Pirate AU

Word count: 17k total, spil

Warnings: Dark Romance, dub-con, enemies to lovers, violence, cursing, deaths, heavy sexual themes, all the good and bad that comes from pirate life, no beta

Notes:  Hi! It’s been a while! I like to thank everyone for waiting and I hope this part was worth the wait. This is a mix of Hypnos’pov and YN’s pov. 

Due to the size, this will be two parts.

Please heed warnings.

(Y/N’S pov, early adulthood)

One of your father’s men ducked his head next to you, his thick hand on your shoulder. 

“Remember. You don’t breathe a word about where we took ya, got it?” Tiro grunted, the smell of alcohol and tobacco drifting from his mouth. His brown eyes were hard as he stared at you. 

The other men turned around, waiting to see how you act.

You resisted the urge to wrinkle your nose, because you knew the moment it looked like you were going to be a problem, your ass going right back on the ship. Which you desperately did not want.

”What? We are just going for a supply run.” You said innocently. He laughed in approval and gave your back a hard slap. The others all but grabbed you, shoving you in with them.

You blinked, surprised at the tastefully placed lighting, all warm and glowly. There was even furniture around, leather chairs and inviting loveseats. 

There were a few people closeby, a group of people chatting while a man silded a hand down the pants of another, their mouth slammed together in a kiss, too lost for each other to realize others watching. 

You tried not to gawk, reminding yourself to act like you belonged.

”Gentlemen.” A woman greeted, her blonde hair down her back like a waterfall. Her red dress looked simple, the cut of it revealing her womanly form, her breasts looked ready to spill out. “Welcome to Agap.”

It was Xanthus who pulled out a letter and handed it over to the lady. You had noticed Sisyphus gave it earlier but knew better than to ask about it. 

Her eyes flickered over the note, her eyebrow arched. She folded it and tucked it away in her dress. 

“Any friends of Sisyphus are friends of ours. Follow me.” She purred, turning down to one of the many hallways, filled with closed and opened doors.

There was low music playing from somewhere, but it didn’t hide the moans, soft sound of kissing or the lewd sounds of slapping flesh. There were even women and men lingering in the doorways, all beautiful and in various states of undress.

Your eyes snagged onto one of the open rooms as the group passed and felt your cheeks flushed hotly when you realized it was a full on orgy happening.

This definitely wasn’t a normal brothel. At least you didn’t think so. 

Finally they arrived.

The lady pulled out a key and unlocked the room, and waved them on in. You didn’t allow yourself to hesitate. 

There was a couple on one of the chaises, two women making out heavily and paying no mind to the group that just came in. There were other people, some playing poker, others merely chatting over drinks and laughing. 

And among those people were beautiful men and women walking around, each wearing gold necklaces around their necks, some long and very delicate while others wore thick chokers. 

”Ah! Glad to see you made it.” Sisyphus called over, his booming voice filling the room. A pint of beer was shoved in your hand, and you somehow found yourself next to Sisyphus. 

The giant tossed a friendly arm around your shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with a joke only he seemed to be keyed into. Like this his normally friendly presence felt oppressive, like muggy heat.

”Finally decided to sample my wares, huh?” Sisyphus chuckled, nodded at one of the girls as she took Theo’s hand and led him away to some dim hallway. Oddly enough, you thought of your parents’ warning to not follow strangers into dark corners and wanted to laugh.

“Um.” You paused to take a sip. The beer was smoother than you expected.“Just curious, sir.”

”Just curious, he says.” Sisyphus laughed like you told some great comedy bit. Then he went quiet. He leaned down and kept his voice low.

”You are Achilles’ son and with our long, long history, that makes you kinda like my kid too. I heard what you have been doing, how you have been stepping up.” Sisyphus was blunt, ignoring your surprised glance. “So as a gift for becoming a man, you can pick anyone here.”

You didn’t know what to say. You thought at the most you would maybe get to look at beautiful men, maybe get a beer or two before leaving. A lump formed in your throat and you took a heavy gulp of beer, hoping it would ease your nerves.

”Thank you, sir.” You managed to say. “I- i don’t-“

”Haven’t had a chance, I take it?” Sisyphus said kindly. “Can’t say I blame you, this lot isn’t to my taste, either.”

You just shrugged, embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck. 

“You got a preference?” Sisyphus prodded as he finished his own drink. He held out his glass toward a nude redhead to refill, her round and high breasts jingled with each step she took, her gold necklace bouncing along.

Of the things that came to mind…

The picture you found on the ship flashed in your mind;of the mythical Ganymede and his shameless nude form. The way his hair fell in waves around his shy smile, the way he seemed to be quietly inviting whoever stumbled across him.

You swallowed. 

“Men.” You whispered, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Pretty and maybe soft? With a nice smile?”

The redhead returned before Sisyphus replied and he took a long moment to sip at his drink, his expression thoughtful. 

“A nice smile, huh?” Sisyphus commented. “Looks like you and I are cut from the same cloth.”

Then he gestured toward another woman, one with a choker, and whispered something in her ear. 

She gave a nod, “Shall I go get him?”

”No, take him to the upper room, and let Darling know I expect my lad to get spoiled.” Sisyphus replied, finally removing his heavy arm. He gave you an easy shove on your back as you stood.

He smirked up at you. “Have fun.”

You ducked your head and murmured. “Yeah, thanks.”

The woman gave you a friendly smile and waved for you to follow her. You didn’t even realize this place had an upper floor, the stairs long and winding. Numerous lewd paintings lined the walls, every single statue seemed to be some nude person posing or mid-act.

With another smile toward you, she opened a door at the end of the hallway. “Darling will be with you soon.”

Left alone in the room, you stood awkwardly in the center, hand in loose fists. There was some fancy four post bed pushed against the wall, the blankets looked soft and inviting. There was a loveseat with a low table in front but little else.

If you knew Sisyphus, you knew better than to bother to look for anything to take.  

You wished you had thought to bring the beer with you, just for something to do. Maybe you should have stayed on the ship, playing another mind numbing game of cards with Zagreus.

Then you heard the door open and reflexively, your hand went to the handle of your blade as you turned around.

A man stood before you, using his boot to push the door closed. 

Unlike many of the people here, he was fully dressed with sturdy boots, fitted breeches that hugged the slender line of his legs, an eye-catching red sash tied on his hips with a white shirt loose around his chest, the laces barely tied, offering a teasing glimpse of flesh.

Oddly enough, his neck was bare of any jewelry.

He was definitely smaller than you were, shorter as well but there was something about him that dominated the room.

After a beat of hesitation, you allowed yourself to glance up, to fully acknowledge him. Unwillingly, your breath hitched.

The man was stunning with a waterfall of black waves and intense dark eyes that held your gaze easily. His pale skin seemed to glow in the gentle light and you really couldn’t look away. 

Whoever this man was, he rivaled the beauty of Ganymede.

His full lips curled into an inviting smile as he lifted up a bottle of wine and two glasses.

It didn’t take long before Darling was on your lap, yours and his mouth bruised from the never-ending kisses. At some point, his top had come off along with yours. Greedily, you touched him everywhere you could, hating that you weren’t more smooth about it.

He was so soft, unlike you. It was like touching silk for the first time.

Darling was graceful, his kisses were the perfect mix of leading and submissiveness, everything he did only fuel the fire in your belly and you don’t think you ever had been this hard, this desperate before. 

Suddenly, you understood why the men on the ship would bitch about missing the ports. 

His hand pressed on your chest and you stopped, hands on his waist. With a teasing smile that made butterflies flutter in your stomach, he pushed you down on the bed and you stared up at him as he worked on your belt.

Darling’s gray eyes met yours. His voice was heady, smoke-like when he spoke. It was like walking into a trap yet you still went willingly.

“Ready for your first lesson?”

~

(current)

Scowling, you stared down at the map, eyes tracing the familiar lines over and over. The map was well worn down by time and salty air, the ends frayed like a beloved childhood toy.

It was in a way. You had learned how to read on this map, taught by Chrion himself, the old captain’s voice still lingered in the back of your mind every time you studied it.

Moonlight Dancer was mere hours away from Sisyphus’ hideout, a little bit of island paradise he carved out for himself. It had only cost the man endless blood of his doomed crew and about a decade or so of his life.

The mountainous island itself was surrounded by jagged rocks with high cliffs and the only way in - and out- was a river that nearly split the land in half. You considered the island, surely there was another way to escape, there was no way Sisyphus didn’t have any backup despite what your father thought. 

Sisyphus wasn’t like Achilles. Your father was the type of man who would stand his ground until the bitter end. Sisyphus wasn’t, you knew that surely as the sun rose in the east and fell in the west. 

Cheerful noises reached your ear, the loud voices grating enough to make you grit your teeth. 

“Shut up! All of you!!” You roared, stomping your boots twice. You felt a curl of lionized pleasure when you heard the rush of scattering away steps. The sooner they learned not to go near the captain’s quarters, the better. 

With a huff, you went back to the map. 

In all honesty, you couldn’t fault them for acting like little children. Stresses had been piling up like crazy since the start of the whole mess. Between Pa, the loss of the Persephone's Hope along with the fight with Jason, there was no time for any of the crew to actually blow off steam.

It didn’t help they were getting low on the rum which made even the most hardened sailor nervous and might be the greatest sin a pirate ship could commit. 

You rubbed your brow in frustration. Normally you would be right there with them, ready for the free-flowing alcohol and beautiful whores and rich meals with fresh vegetables and fruits. 

Yet there had been no response from Sisyphus and that man could talk an saint’s ear off if he was drunk enough, which usually he was. 

Achilles was right to be wary. This could be a trap for all you knew and everyone could end up with a noose around their neck. 

You sighed and flipped back to the books, Pa still wasn’t in the best shape and everyone - but Pa- had agreed it would be best for him to rest. So you just tried to get lost in the numbers.

There was no point in worrying about Sisyphus until you arrived. 

A stray thought came to you. You wondered if Hypnos was any good with bookkeeping, he certainly seemed educated enough. Then you shoved the thought away. 

You weren’t going to think about Sisyphus or about a certain starborn who might be a devil sent personally by the fates to torment you, a man more beautiful than mythical Ganymede.

You certainly weren’t going to think about the breathy little whimper he made when he came.

Groaning, you allowed yourself a single shot of spiced rum and got back to work. 

About an hour later, Zagreus poked his head in, drumming his fingers on the door. He flashed you a guilty smile.

”What?” You grounded out.

Zagreus hesitated, “I think you might want to see this.”

Lifting an eyebrow, you grabbed your sword and gestured toward him to lead. The first thing you noticed was that there was no one above deck. There should be someone watching for other ships or people maintaining the canons. Or checking on the supplies and ropes. 

Hell, there should be at least one person passed out somewhere, done in by the sun and booze.

Your jaw tightened. “Where is everyone?”

Before Zagreus could respond, you heard faint cheering from below deck. With a brisk pace that Zagreus had to jog to keep up with, you went down. You were fully ready to give every single crew member a lashing when you paused.

Zagreus bumped into your back with a surprise grunt. 

In the middle of the crowd, was Hypnos and Skelly. 

A chessboard laid between them, with an oil lamp casting light like a sun onto a battlefield, their head bowed over the pawns. They looked like gods for a singular moment, Skelly’s boney hands looming over the chess pieces like death’s touch, Hypnos’ fingers gentle as he paused between a bishop and knight.

Even dirty and exhausted, Hypnos was beautiful. The concentration in his brow, the way he bit on his bottom lip, it was enough to break a man. It was when he pushed a knight into play, that you realized his hair got a touch longer, brushing under his jaw. 

You haven’t allowed yourself to get close to him. Not after losing control. The sounds of his pleasure, the sensations of his warm, delicate body trapped under yours, the way he shook and gasped - everything about him had haunted your dreams. 

Madness. 

It had to be.

Madness was a word you knew, though you had understood after seeing men go mad at sea but Hypnos’ existence had revealed you truly didn’t appreciate the full meaning of the word.

Murmuring ripped through the crowd as Skelly made a quick move. 

You lifted an eyebrow, finally tearing your eyes away from Hypnos long enough to actually see what was going on.

There was a growing pile of bodies next to Hypnos’ elbow. Another glance toward the board and you realized what made the crew come down for a chess match. 

Skelly was losing. To the starborn. 

Hypnos moved his knight again and claimed Skelly’s last pawn. With a curse, Skelly leaned over the table, studying the chessboard. 

“Has Skelly ever lost before to anyone else beside Pa?” Zagrues whispered. You glanced toward him with a head shake only to double back when you realized that he was holding Monie. The white puff glared daggers at you with her shiny, black eyes.

You glared back. 

Then you realized what you were doing. You were having a glaring contest with a dog that didn’t weigh five pounds soaking wet, slacking off under the deck with the rest of the crew while they stare at Hypnos like the starborn was beauty personified.

”What is going on here?” You called out, each word spoken dripped with venom. A few of the men already took off when they saw you. They quickly parted for you as you pushed through to get the chess match.

Hypnos had jolted when he heard your voice but otherwise didn’t look up, his fingers curled against the table. Your fingers inched to reach over and fist a hand in those curls and make him look at you, to acknowledge you.

Skelly waved you off, his one good eye darted between his chess pieces. “What does it look like, my lad?” 

The old man grumbled and with great reluctance, moved his piece. Hypnos’ knight came from the side and landed on the rook. With a flourish, Hypnos took it off the board and added it to the pile of bodies.

He still didn’t look at you. But you saw how his fingers shook. He was just as aware of your presence, as you were to him. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Skelly slumped, his eye going over the chessboard.

Turning back to the crowd, you snapped. “Is a chess match really worth your time right now?”

At first, they said nothing, glancing toward each other warily. Zagreus began petting Monie who huffed loudly at the group. Funny, you got the sense the dog was unimpressed by the lack of response.

”Come on, there ain’t nothing else going on.” One of the men from the back called out. “At least Skelly and Pretty boy are entertaining.”

Your attention snapped toward him. Pretty boy? You weren’t aware of Hypnos earning himself such a nickname among the crew besides Skelly, even if it was true. 

Still the idea of other people noticing what you had left a bad taste in your mouth. Because you had been letting Hypnos out of your sight and the idea of one the men touching him…

You locked eyes with the fool before you.

The man was named Sylon. He was one the newer guys picked for the crew. While he never pushed against Achilles, he sure liked to try his luck with you.

He was to be on the mast which means the sail wasn't getting attention, which means the ship could be delayed. You allowed the anger to boil in your chest, telling yourself that it was purely because Sylon wasn’t doing his job, not because he called Hypnos ‘Pretty Boy’. 

He knew from the nervousness in the air that everyone else could sense your rage as you got closer to Sylon and loomed.

Sylon took a step back, fear clear on his face. Good. 

“Because making sure we don’t get attacked on our way to one of the most dangerous hideouts or making sure that sails are properly positioned so we don’t get lost in the middle of the ocean isn’t important enough?” You hissed. 

Sylon flitched and shook his head, then nodded quickly. “No. I mean-“

”Sylon.” You admonished in a low, hard voice. “If we did get lost, who do you think the Captain will look at first to blame?”

You let the warning hang in the air.

Then with one last scan of the now solemn crowd, you said, returning back to the table. “Let us not forget what awaits us.” 

“Yeah, rum! All we can drink.” Zagreus called out, lifting the mood of the room immediately. That got a loud cheer, lasting for minutes. You let it go, waiting for out.

“I know everyone is exhausted.” You said once the cheer died down. “We are in the final push for the island. Once we are there, you will get your fill of food and drinks-”

”Don’t forget about the whores!” Xanthus yelled out which got a louder cheer that died down when you lifted a hand. 

You chuckled, “Really, Xanthus. Who can forget?”

Then you said with a nod.“We can be there before nightfall but only if everyone is working. Now.”

That got feet moving back toward the deck. In mere moments, the room was nearly empty. It was just you, Zagrues, Skelly and Hypnos now.

Monie barked, squirming out of Zagreus’ arms until he let the mutt go. Monie hurried toward Hypnos who finally lifted his face up. His soft lips curled into a smile for the dog, warm and gentle. 

Carefully Hypnos picked up his beloved companion and laughed when Monie began to lick his chin. “Oh, ew! Monie!” He immediately kissed the disgusting animal on the forehead.

You scowled. You weren’t jealous of a stupid dog that probably couldn’t even fetch. You weren’t.

Skelly tried one last move, his queen moving downward. Hypnos sighed and with his own Queen, he stole Skelly’s.

The old man clawed at his chest, “Lad, how could you?”

“Checkmate, my friend.” Hypnos told him with another laugh, still not looking at you. Which bothered you more than you cared to admit.

“Zagreus, take Skelly upstairs. I need to have a word with the starborn before returning him to his room. Apparently our prisoner thinks he has time for games.” You ordered, then added. “Take the mutt too.”

Hypnos went stiff as a tree, his head bowed enough for his white curls to cover his eyes.  

Skelly glanced at you. “Hey now, I was the one who invited him.” 

“You need to go up, Skelly.” You ordered. “And stop letting him play, it is going to be a problem if he thinks he gets to play games.”

Skelly huffed, “Fine. Gimme a minute, my bad knee is acting up again.”

After some more complaining from the bag of bones and one last lingering look from Zagreus that you ignored, you and Hypnos were alone.

For a long moment, you and him stood in the quiet. All you heard was the sounds of water lapping at the ship, the creaking of the wood and Hypnos’ breathing as it turned shaky.

Idly, you studied the game, curious to see how Hypnos did. He still had a good few left up there, more than you expected. Without saying anything, you began to pick up the chessboard pieces and return them to the small box next to it.

“Never had the mind for this kind of game.” You commented, with one watchful eye on the starborn. Hypnos only nodded and you scowled. There were numerous very easy insults waiting to happen yet he stayed quiet.

“Too good to speak to some lowborn pirate now, my love? You’re breaking my heart.” You chuckled at the dirty look he shot you but he still didn’t say a word. 

You continued to clean up the game and it wasn’t until you had everything put away that you spoke again. “You’re going to be staying in the room until it is time.”

That caught his attention and he blinked up at you then his golden eyes narrowed. “Time for what?” Hypnos didn’t bother to hide the sharp nervousness in his tone.

You lifted an eyebrow, “What makes you think I would tell you?”

It was for his own safety, not that Hypnos would believe you. It was because of Sisyphus, who had a bad habit of collecting beautiful humans. You and Sisyphus had something in common, a weakness for a pretty smile and you just knew Sisyphus would want Hypnos the moment he saw the starborn.

Then you would have to kill him and that would be a butch of trouble no one needed.

Hypnos stood up with a headshake, causing his curls to bounce everywhere. There was a red flush to his cheeks now. He sighed. “I don’t know what new game you have to decide to play but count me out. Just take me back to my room.”

You placed a hand down on the table, blocking him in. “You don’t get to order me around.” You said in a low rumble. Hypnos’ back straightened but he still wasn't tall enough to reach your chin.

A smirk formed on your lips as he watched you with wary anticipation. 

This was the closest you had allowed yourself to be near Hypnos. You had been letting Zagreus take over Hypnos’ care. 

Even if Zagreus gave you a side eye for the reports you demanded from him, he told you everything. With the occasional moment to watch the starborn work,It was enough to keep you at bay even if you ended up pacing for hours in the middle of night like a caged animal.

There was something about the starborn that got under your skin, into the marrow of your bones and you still wanted to pull him deeper. 

This close, you noticed that his nose was a touch sunburnt, his mouth was chapped slightly from the harsh wind. You cupped his jaw, and his skin was still smooth, not a single rough stubble. Unlike your own face that hasn't seen the sharp side of a razor in days.

His breathing hitched but he didn’t shove your hand away.

So you pressed a thumb on the center of his mouth, running it along the sensitive skin. Hypnos winced and jerked his head away. You let him, dropping your hand.

“I still don’t want you near me.” Hypnos bit out, his hands curled up in fists. He was glaring at you, holding your stare. “Please just take me back.”

You watched him for a long moment, you weren’t a total beast even though Hypnos certainly could bring it out of you. So you nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for him to get a move on.

Hypnos let out a breath like he wasn’t sure if you would obey and hurried past. You trailed after him with an easy pace. There were a few eyes that lingered a few moments too long on Hypnos and you made note of every single name.

~

Once Hypnos was safely under lock and key and far, far away from Sisyphus’ eyes, you let yourself breathe. 

Then you got to work. 

The day rushed by, the sun trailing over the ship in an immense arc, the heat beating down on everyones’ back. The weapons were prepared as the crew got ready for possible attack. 

Sisyphus’ island was meant to be neutral but not all honor that pact. It was a harsh lesson to learn and you had no desire to repeat it.

You went to your parents as they got ready, putting on their best clothes and sharpened their weapons.  You prepped the flintlocks for them as you debrief them, staining your fingers black. 

“Good. Once we are past the boulder, we should be in the clear.” Achilles said, letting Pa brush out the tangles in his hair. His hands still shook and it took longer than normal. Pa was still not at complete health but you knew better than to suggest Pa stay in bed.

it was clear Achilles had already lost that fight.

“We are only staying for two nights.” Achilles decided, grabbing Patroclus’ hand to press a kiss against his knuckles. “It will be enough to recuperate and restock. I want us to stay on track.”

”I will inform the crew.” You agreed, cleaning your hands with a cloth as Zagreus came in with fresh water and pain medicine for Pa. You continued, “We need to finalize some details with regards to what port to go next to.”

”Aye. If we can, get enough supplies that we won’t need to stop again until Port Elysium.” Achilles said.

”Let's not count on it.” Patroclus cautioned, “Lads, make sure you find out where the last 'Fury' sighting was, then we can go from there.”

“Aye aye, captains.” Zagreus said, grinning at the eye roll you gave him. You and Zagreus were ordered to clean up as well. It wouldn’t be proper for the captains’ sons to look sloppy.

It was important now, to not show weakness in front of Sisyphus. Especially since no one knew what they were walking into. 

You tried not to let the stress reveal itself but you knew from the knots between shoulders, it was probably obvious. As you washed up, Zagreus leaned in, his hair still damp.

“I got a bad feeling.” Your brother said in a hush voice, white shaving foam on his chin. He looked ridiculous. “Skelly has been complaining about his left knee. You know that is his bad knee.” 

“Everything is bad when you are old as Skelly is.” You replied after shaking the water out of your hair. Your hand lingering over the jar of shaving cream before skipping over it.

No one knew Skelly’s actual age. You had decided he was somewhere between old as the ocean and a walking bag of bones.

Zagreus flicked water at you in annoyance, his mis-matched eyes hard as he watched you. “I’m serious. You told me about the lack of messages. Sisyphus always says something.”

You flicked water back at him, “And we will deal with it when we get there. What other options do we have?”

Zagreus just shrugged, quiet as he finished shaving. You sighed, hating that you didn’t have a better answer for Zagreus or hell, even for yourself. You dried off and began to get dressed.

”Do you think Hypnos would want to join us?” Zagreus twisted around to glance at you.

Your heart stopped for a moment, then you faced Zagreus with a scowl. “Why the hell would we let the prisoner out of his jail cell? It isn’t like he needs anything. This isn’t a nice little cruise for him in case you didn’t realize that.”

Zagreus gave you an unreadable glance, one that made your jaw clenched. For a moment, you and him stared at each other, neither saying anything.

it was Zagreus who looked away first and you scoffed. 

“Whatever.” Zagreus snapped, tugging his pants on. “You had been acting weird ever since we took Hypnos.”

”Shut up. I have not.” You said. “Just hurry up, we should be there soon.” 

On the deck, your parents were already there on the starboard. Their backs straight and heads bowed over a small map unfurled in Achilles’ hands.

For the first time, it was like seeing them in their prime. Pa still needed to gain some weight back but his color had mostly returned. Achilles was carrying himself like he had the sea itself at his beck and call. 

It was a wonderful sight.

The memory of Hypnos’ beaming smile, the glow of moonlight in his golden irises rushed toward you. A part of you knew you own Hypnos for this moment. Without him, Pa and Father could have been lost to you and Zagreus. 

Guilt was an uncomfortable and deeply unwelcome rock deep in your core. Hypnos might not realize it but he truly was far more safer on the ship than on land.

Food, you decided. You would make sure to bring the starborn - and his little mutt- something substantial as thanks once more. Maybe something sweet as well.

As the Moonlight Dancer swept her way into the large river on the spilt island, the ship went quiet. Usually this was the most dangerous part of Sisyphus’ hideout, there was little space between the jagged rocks and right before the dense canopy of trees.

It would be all too easy for someone to launch an attack and leave them sitting ducks.  

“There it is.” Zagreus murmured beside you, and you grimaced as you followed his line of sight. 

The Boulder had earned its name. 

The large rock loomed on a sloping cliff, the impossible size casting a long shadow over the rocky waters. Sisyphus claimed that a witch placed it there for his own use. His smile was bloodthirsty as he told you that all he had to do was cut the rope to crush the unlucky bastards underneath.

It had been years since you saw that smile and it still made you want to shudder.

Everyone on the ship was solemn, quiet as the ship dipped into the looming shadow, their eyes locked on the Boulder as if they looked away for a single moment, it would fall, killing them all.

Then as the ship came into the rosy sunset, Zagreus and everyone else let out a breath. With a nod toward you, he went to join Achilles and Patroclus. Noise resumed on the ship, people calling out to each other as they resumed working.

Skelly hobbled up, and you watched him carefully. 

Before you had disrargeted what he - and Zagreus- said. Most pirates were prone to superstitions. It came with the territory.

Achilles never left his hat on a chair, claiming that Chrion had taught him that it was bad luck for a captain to do so. So many of the men would bitch about the lack of women but would sooner jump overboard before allowing one to join. 

Albatross for good luck, whistling was courting the seas for a nasty storm, certain tattoos or piercings for protection.

Your eyes darted toward the sky, it was a beautiful, deep red as the sun dipped below the horizon. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.

When Skelly joined your side, you whispered, just loud only for him to hear. “Zagreus says your knee is hurting.”

”Aye, the left one. Where Hector shot me.” Skelly grumbled, rubbing it as if it could help. You nodded slowly.

Before Jason’s attack, you had dismissed Skelly’s gut feelings, too exhausted from travel and frustration from a certain starborn. You had only told Zagreus to ignore it because no matter what, they needed supplies and you couldn’t have Zagreus and his good nature messing things up.

“Skelly. Make sure to sleep with a pistol close by.” You told him as the dock came into view. There was already a crowd there, a few beautiful women and men along with bodyguards. Towering over all them with his colossal size, was Sisyphus.

His smile was wide, toothy. 

Sisyphus lifted a single large hand and Achilles returned it. Patroclus glanced at you over his shoulder and behind his back, you saw his hand curled into a hard fist.

A warning.

Zagreus shot you a worried glance but made sure to keep a smile on his face. 

Skelly huffed, and tried to straighten his back up as much as he could. “One step ahead of ya, lad.”

~

(Hypnos’ Pov)

As a child, Hypnos had loved naps. There was nothing better in the whole world than a good nap. Often he would be found in the family library, curled up with a beloved teddy bear and a book dangling from his hands, with the warmth of an afternoon sun on his back 

He wasn’t the best liar, but he told himself over and over that he was home again. That he was in the library with the smell of old books surrounded him and dust molts floating in the golden light.

That he was safe once more. 

So he kept his eyes closed, drifting in and out of sleep. It was the best way to pass the time. Eventually Monie was returned to him and his beloved companion curled up against him, her wet nose bumping against his hand until he petted her.

Sometimes it was dreamless, blissfully dark and empty. Other times, he was caught in a haze of calloused hands on his legs, in his hair, of a rough and claiming kiss that wouldn’t let him escape, not even for a single breath.

Often those dreams would cause him to wake up with a gasp, his skin flushed and damp. He always ignored the slight ache between his thighs, rolling over to his side with a groan.

Thankfully it was in the middle of one of those empty dreams that he realized something had changed. Blinking awake, he sat up and wished desperately that he had a window.

Much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was becoming increasingly aware of how to read a ship's movements. The deep sway of it on the open seas was almost a comfort, like an old rocking chair. 

So when it slowed, he knew they made it to the hidden island of the infamous Sisyphus. Hypnos cursed his luck that he didn’t have access to the map because he knew several wealthy families that would sacrifice their firstborn for such information.

He stretched his arms upward, groaning loudly as his back popped in several places. His eyes went toward the door. There was supposed to be a lock on it. Normally Y/N would lock him up like a dragon would for his hoard but the last person who had been here was Zagreus, returning Monie. 

And Zagreus had looked like he was in a rush, chatting a mile per minute. 

People were often forgetful when in a hurry.

With a grunt, Hypnos stood up as Monie darted between his feet. He bit down on his lip. Did he want to risk it? Hypnos knew the layout of the ship fairly well now. While he hadn’t seen all of it, he had cleaned all the topside along with kitchens and he knew most of the men would pay him no mind if he had a mop in his hand.

Only if he could know for sure you weren’t on the ship. 

Ever since that day, you had been careful, lurking around him like a beast waiting for its prey to collapse from exhaustion and blood loss. It was like you knew something he didn’t, a trap Hypnos was walking right into with no escape.

If Hypnos was caught- He didn’t doubt that you would take your pound of flesh.

Annoyed with himself, Hypnos went to the door, sure that it was locked and he was musing for nothing.

Only the door opened easily. Like warm butter on toast- Gods that sounded amazing right now. 

Hypnos let out a sigh and slowly peered out, sure that he would see you standing there.  Only there was the quiet and dark to greet him. Hypnos lingered there, his ears straining to listen to any sounds.

A part of him was tempted to close the door and act like nothing happened. It would be so easy.

Monie squirmed past Hypnos’ legs and the doorway, her little nails scratching the wood. They shared a glance. Her little pink tongue rolled out, panting with excitement as she waited for him. 

“Well. Here goes nothing.” Hypnos told her, and grabbed a nearby mop. 

As he made his way to the upper deck, Hypnos was beginning to wonder if the whole ship was empty. It was when he was about to pass the common area that he overheard voices.

Hypnos risked a peek, using his foot to block Monie from walking in.

“My fucking luck.” One of the men swore, tossing down his cards. “I should be on the land with the rest.”

”Our turn is coming, it shouldn't be much longer.” Another one groaned, only it didn’t sound right. Hypnos frowned at the noise, it sounded like- there were some wet noises then another moan.

”We get it, Sylon. Hurry up, I want my turn.” A third man said as he shuffled the cards and began tossing them to the players.

Another moan followed by panting, then Hypnos saw a man with dark hair and shiny lips popped from under the table. His cheeks flushed hotly as he just realized what was happening.

Then he had to bite back a gasp of sharp outrage. Because that dark haired man was wearing Hypnos’ bright red coat. Shamelessly, the man used a sleeve to wipe away bodily fluids from his mouth.

Hypnos wanted to weep, he had no choice but to burn his beloved coat if he ever got back. He had paid so much money for that damned thing.

”Leo, baby. Come on.” Another player tried to nudge him back under the table but he waved him off. 

“Later. Hand me some cards.” Leo rolled his eyes. The man grumbled but left him alone. 

“He is still sulking over Y/N.” Sylon smirked at the glare Leo shot his way. “What? I ain’t wrong. I told you that he doesn’t want you, he likes them pretty.”

“Funny, he didn’t seem to mind me a few days ago.” Leo shot back. “Maybe you should-“

”Enough.” An older man groaned, slamming back a drink. “Let's get to playin’.”

Hypnos blinked, pressing his back against the wall, absorbing the information. It seemed like there were still some people on the ship, all were taking turns, both with the island and with Leo.

Not sure what to make of the information that you had used Leo’s services for yourself, Hypnos put it aside for now. He waited until he was sure no one was looking and moved past the doorway.

The air was blissfully cool as he stepped outside. There were dozens of trees rustling in the night air and when Hypnos glanced up, he saw the tail end of the Milky Way. It was a beautiful night.

Hypnos lingered there, soaking in the quiet beauty. He let himself imagine for a moment that he wasn’t trapped, that he was simply on a journey and enjoying a wonderful evening by himself.

Then when the noise of the games reached his ears, he was brought back to the real world. He glanced down at his little partner in crime and gestured for her to follow.

Hypnos dragged the mop along the floor, acting as if he needed to clean the deck in the middle of the night. He even hummed a little sea shanty to really sell the act.

”Oh leave her, Johnny, leave her.” Hypnos sang quietly as he got closer to the Captain’s rooms. “Um. For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow. I think? Oh, poor Johnny.”

The last note of the song died on Hypnos’ tongue as his hand landed on the doorknob. He scanned the area, then pressed his ear against the door. There were no sounds.

’Well, now or never, Hypnos.’ 

He pushed the door open and let out a breath when he realized that no one was inside. He let Monie in as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. There was moonlight coming in from the side, just enough to see the desk.

Propping the mop against the large desk, Hypnos went around it, and sighed in relief when he saw there was only one map rolled up, wrapped in a blue ribbon. He wasn’t in the mood to play guessing games. 

When he grabbed it, he noticed the ends were frayed, the paper was deep yellowed from the passage of time. Despite the damage, it was cared for judging by the careful way it was put away.

Hypnos kept his hands gentle, even though his eagerness normally made him careless. 

Grabbing two rocks he assumed they used as paperweights, he spread the wide map out before him. 

His eyes hungrily devoured the map. It was an excellent map, with so many islands marked that Hypnos had never seen before. Paths as well, that Hypnos never considered when he was planning this nightmare with his brothers.

There was so much information that it took him a full minute to find Port Tartarus. He pressed a finger against it so he wouldn't lose his spot then hunted for Sisyphus’ hideout. 

Surely they marked it. Hypnos frowned, trying to be quick as his heart raced from fear. “Where the hell are you- Ah!”

It was so small that Hypnos almost didn’t see it. Marked in a dark blue dot, there was a single ’S’ next to it. 

Gosh, no wonder no one from Olympus couldn’t find it. It was tucked far away, not near any the ports and almost inland to the far north, so high up that Hypnos weren’t sure any ships from Olympus even traveled there. 

“Paper. I need paper.” Hypnos murmured. He began looking through the desk, his eyebrows going up with the first two drawers on the right were filled with guns and daggers. 

The third one as well.

“Really?” Hypnos muttered as if Y/N could hear his disbelief. It was on the second drawer on the left side that he found paper. He glanced up and decided not to say anything when Monie squatted down to pee on some boots she found. 

Hopefully those were Y/N‘s.

With neat and quick strokes of the quill, Hypnos copied the map to the best of his ability. If he somehow lived after all this mess, it would be fantastic information to sell to the highest bidder. 

Maybe Hypnos could buy himself a bookshop far inland where he never had to see the ocean ever again. Or hear the word ‘pirates’. Or feel the burning weight of your eyes on his back, or have dreams about roaming hands, calloused from years of work and sea. 

Groaning, Hypnos blew on the ink, trying to get it to dry quicker. “Come on, you stupid ink. Dry faster.”

It took some time before Hypnos felt comfortable enough to fold it up and tucked it in the side of his boot. Afterwards, he rolled up the map and tied it up, or tried to. He muttered a curse when he realized that he couldn’t replicate the knot. 

He bit down on his knuckle as he considered the risk of leaving it versus trying again. He didn’t know who was the last person to touch it, so he went to tie it up, it was more likely they would blame one of the crew members before Hypnos. 

Grabbing the mop, he was about to call for Monie when he realized there was someone at the door. 

Blood drained from his face, his body dipped in ice as he looked around frantically for a spot to hide in. Monie began to growl but Hypnos quickly hushed her as he picked her up.

In pure desperation, he tucked the mop against the wall and ducked under the large desk. He began to pray to every single deity he could remember that they don’t get caught.

Low voices drifted in as the door opened. Heavy footsteps stumbled in like they were very, very drunk.

”You promised we won’t get caught?” Leo’s slurred voice reached his ears and Hypnos tried not to move, covering his mouth with his hand to mask his breathing.

“Yeah, I told you. He is probably balls-deep in some whore right now.” Sylon slurred as they got closer to the desk. Hypnos closed his eyes as if it would help him stay hidden.  

“Don’t.” Leo snapped. “I don’t want to hear it.”

”Come on, it ain’t like you are in love with him right?” 

There was a beat of silence. “No.”

Hypnos winced, pity forming in his chest. He completely understood unrequited feelings, how they weigh down on a person but really, Y/N?

If Hypnos was a nicer person who didn’t care about his beloved coat being stolen and getting used as a rag, he would tell Leo that he could do better than Y/N, that a sea cockroach could do better than Y/N.

“Look, just think of it like this; you're getting yours over Y/N. It will be our little secret.” A pair of bulky legs came into Hypnos' line of sight, and a breathless kind of panic grew in Hypnos. It was like his face went numb as he tried to stay quiet.

”Come here.” Sylon slapped the desk, his voice gruff. “Ya got the oil?”

Leo got on the desk, his booted feet swinging. Almost hitting Hypnos in the face. To add to the insult, he was still wearing Hypnos’ coat.

This wasn’t happening.

Oh gods, he just wanted to go home.

Loud, kissing sounds began between muttered words and quiet laughter.

All Hypnos could do was stare blankly at the wood grain in front of him and listen like it wasn’t happening to him. Like it was an out of body experience he couldn’t stop.

Then like a church bell signaling his doom, Hypnos heard the click of metal and almost gagged when Sylon’ pants and underwear dropped all at once around his feet, revealing very hairy legs. That man definitely did not bathe enough. 

The desk began rocking, the loud repeating noises of skin on skin echoing in the room amist grunting and moaning.

The sheer absurdity of the situation came together in his mind and he had to bite his cheek hard enough to bleed to stop himself from breaking into maniacal laughter.

A month ago, he wasn’t a kidnapped victim, stuck under a desk with two smelly pirates fucking on top of him, one with his stolen coat. A month ago, he didn’t kiss his deadly captor back and came in his own pants like a teenager. 

He used to be normal. He used to get up like anyone else and went about his day like a normal, sane person. 

Why didn’t he stay in the room? He might let himself have a good cry after this. He missed his mom. He even missed the judgmental way his brothers rolled their eyes at him.

Too lost in his own racing thoughts, Hypnos didn’t see how Monie tilted her head to left then right at the sounds. Her adorable little black nose twitched. Curious at the new smell, she leaned forward and gave one of the legs in front of her a long, wet lick.

“OI! What the fuck?” Sylon hollered, stumbled back from the desk then he fell backward, his body creating a heavy thud as it landed on the ground. His feet flying up into the air. 

There were more sounds of panic and Hypnos immediately grabbed Monie, cursing his luck. Then, a flushed and angry Leo ducked down and met Hypnos’ eyes.

For a long moment, they stared at each other in muted shock. Hypnos didn’t know what to say and he suspected neither did Leo.

”That was my favorite coat.” Hypnos finally said, his tone accusing. “And you know what? Red isn’t your color.”

Leo narrowed his eyes, his mouth twisted into a ugly smile. “Sylon, get the blindfold. Captain is going to want to hear about this.”

Hypnos gulped.

(Part B)

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crazy how this could never happen cs we all know we ain’t cheating on Xanthis fr 🙏 (THIS WAS AMAZINGGGG 💞)

Point Of No Return

After finding out about your infidelity, Xanthus hatched a plan to make sure that you will not do such thing again. Xanthus x Reader Content Warning: Mentions of torture and violence. (I don't know if I should put yandere since he's just like that apparently.)

Xanthus is inconsolable. After the revelation of your affair came to him, he was left bewildered. You tricked him, you deceived him, you took him for a fool. He knew that the signs were there, but he disregarded it, thinking that his trust in you is bigger than those doubts– a regret that he'll always hate himself for.

A part of him is in disbelief that you managed to cheat on him. He wondered how long this has been going on. Days? Weeks? Months? Either way, the fact that you managed to conceal it was impressive– especially when both of you are tethered by the bond.

He watched as you kissed him goodbye. The kiss lasted too long for his liking. Betrayal swelled in his heart. Xanthus observed you, wanting to know if you feel what he's feeling. Then, you paused. His eyes widened slightly, maybe you will come around. But instead you gave him another kiss before parting.

His fist was clenched tight as he witnessed it. It felt like an insult– a blatant display of mockery. The urge to confront you and let all his burdens out was strong, but he resisted. He's better than that. A cheap confrontation does not cut it. He knew he needed to do more. Something that will assure him that you won't commit this sin anymore for as long as he lives.

Xanthus was known for his swiftness and precision in battlefield and in confrontation. After all, he was a warrior before he was a vampire. The skills that he had were honed by centuries of experience.

He witnessed war, famine, and destruction in his own eyes. But seeing you with that man opened a new kind of pain in his heart. Despite anger and betrayal dominating him, he knew that he can't hide the fact that witnessing your adultery broke something in him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice drifted him away from his thoughts. “You seem preoccupied,” Sitting beside him, you can almost feel the tension. You don't have to ask why, since you felt like you already know the answer.

Xanthus gave you a weak smile, “Nothing, I've just been exhausted.” He held his card close, not wanting to let you in. Today is not the day where he should reveal his cards. He has a lesson prepared for you and he'll make sure it is something that you won't forget.

You were beyond anxious when Sam stopped answering your calls. He wasn't in his apartment, his office, or a friend's. Searching far and wide, there are no traces of him. You tried to calm yourself down to minimize Xanthus’ suspicion, but it was ineffective.

“What's wrong? Your heart seems to beat out of your chest.” Xanthus pulled you close, “Did something bad happen? I can feel how restless and nervous you are.”

Closing your eyes, you relished in his comfort despite the situation. “I was just thinking about my loved ones in my hometown,” You stated giving a small hint of truth.

He nodded understandingly, “Ah, yes. The fear of the unknown. Do you want to talk to them? I can accompany you.” A sweet smile plastered on his face. Instead of feeling comforted, your anxiety spiked higher.

You shook your head, “Thank you, Xanthus. But I'm fine.” A small smile flashed in your lips as he kissed your forehead.

He is comforting, like a warm blanket on a rainy day. A hint of guilt crept in; you tried to bury it, but before you could a subtle hint of satisfaction filled you. It was strange, but welcome.

“I can appease your mind,” He caressed your cheeks.

“Really?”

“Yes, you should know by now that I'll do anything for you.” He presented his hand out, “Let me guide you, my love.” Warmth spread on your cheeks as you gently took it.

You watched as he gently guided you deeper in his mansion. As you went deeper, you felt his eagerness and excitement. Curiosity filled you as you both halted in front of a door.

Your heart dropped as Xanthus opened the door. No one could've prepared you for what lies ahead.

You felt suffocated as your eyes landed on him. His arms chained to the wall, feet barely standing up, and his face almost unrecognizable. If it wasn't for the subtle rise on his chest, you'd believe that he's dead.

You finally found Sam.

Xanthus stood beside you, “You don't have to search for him. Did I appease you?” He tilted his head, almost wearing a grin.

It felt as if the ground was going to swallow you whole. A mix of shame, shock, and fear coursed through your body. Your secret spilled with a big mess, everything that you did to cover it up broke down.

“Xanthus…” You turned to him, face filled with horror. “I wasn't– it wasn't supposed to end like this.” Your voice falters as he gazed at you with an unreadable expression. But you don't have to know what he feels, you can feel it yourself. The burning and ever consuming rage consumed you too.

“How is this supposed to end?”

“I…” Words die before they can formulate. You weren't prepared for a confrontation, let alone when your affair partner is chained up with your lover's wall. All you know in this situation is lying will dig your grave deeper.

“It was just supposed to be a one time thing–”

“But?” He tilted his head, held back tension evident in his face. “Was he that good?”

His question made you flinch. You bit the inside of your cheek, “He's… enough.”

You spoke the truth. The more you think about it, the more unclear why you got caught up in this affair. Maybe it's the thrill? Maybe it was the normalcy that he brought? After all, being with a vampire is different from being with a human.

“For how long?”

“Four days.”

Xanthus nodded, satisfied at your answer. “I have had him for two days now. Maybe I can let him escape after two more days.” He hummed. “If he can make it out after tomorrow.”

You grimaced at the thought, immensely apologetic on Sam's situation. Sending a man to a grave for lustful nights is something that you never expected to happen.

“Do you want to know what I did?”

Before you could answer, he interjected.

“I took his nails off one by one, bust his kneecaps, broke his fingers, removed some of his teeth–”

“Stop. Please, stop.”

He spoke with such nonchalance, as if recalling his grocery list. It was sick. You feel sick.

Xanthus walked towards you, tilting your head so you can look him in the eyes. “I held back for you. Don't you know that? Even in my rage, I thought about what you would feel. I am considerate towards you. Did you even gave me the same grace?”

You tried to back away, but he only pulled you close. His presence is domineering– overwhelming. Xanthus is inescapable, and you're a fool to try and do so.

“You and I are bonded, until I die– until you die. I don't want any imbeciles trying to take my place. This is the last time that this will happen, understand?”

Leaving you no choice, you nodded. His words engraved in your mind noting the thinly veiled threat. The thought of spending your night with someone other than him now feels unimaginable.

You close your eyes, promising to fully give yourself to him. A devotion and a prayer to avoid such tragedy again. After all, he always has a history to back it up.

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