#Xanthus x reader

[yoursinisforgiven]

SKIN TISSUE ──

pairing: xanthus x reader (love) x dontis

cw: pure filth. (smut), afab reader, threeway, porn with feelings, mentions of dontis’s listener (hunter) & their father, reader passes out, religious symbolism, mentions of alcohol, xanthus feeds off of dontis, bloodplay, light spanking, mfm aspects, infidelity (i suppose), no use of condoms, breeding without the intentions of pregnancy, anal (reader’s not receiving), spit used as lubricant, multiple orgasms. oral (male receiving) vaginal fingering, penetrational sex, floor sex.

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The smell of herbs and sizzling garlic filled the air, a quiet symphony in the otherwise silent kitchen. 

Dontis moved with effortless grace, his hands deftly chopping fresh basil, the rhythm of his knife almost hypnotic. “Do you believe,” he asked suddenly, his voice soft but laced with a thoughtful edge, “that people are meant to suffer to understand what it means to live? Or is suffering just… meaningless cruelty dressed up as divine design?”

His words slithered into the quiet, wrapping around your thoughts like vines. You leaned against the counter, watching him work, the question settling heavily between you. “I’m not sure,” you replied, your voice quieter than you’d intended. “Maybe it’s both. Or neither. Suffering changes people, but whether it’s meaningful depends on what we do with it.”

He turned slightly, the faintest smile curling his lips. “Interesting perspective,” he murmured. “Almost pragmatic, but not quite. It sounds to me like someone trying to reconcile chaos with order.” His gaze lingered on you, sharp and unyielding, like he was peeling back the layers of your soul one by one.

As he turned back to the stove, you felt it—a flicker of something foreign, something wrong. You couldn’t explain it, but in that moment, you saw him for what he truly was. A serpent. A deceiver. 

The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.

The thought struck you like a hammer. His every word, his every movement, felt like a calculated strike against the bond you shared with Xanthus. That bond was sacred, wasn’t it? A covenant, a tether blessed by something beyond comprehension. Yet here was Dontis, whispering truths and half-truths, sowing seeds of doubt with his silken voice. His charm wasn’t innocent; it was poison wrapped in honey, tempting you to take the bite that would undo everything.

The thought struck like a lightning bolt, your bond with Xanthus stirring as if in warning. You pulled back slightly, your gaze darting to the delicate bracelet on your wrist—a physical reminder of the connection you shared with him. Dontis’s presence felt dangerous, not because he threatened you physically, but because of the way he made you think, feel, wonder.

“You know,” he said, breaking the silence, “you remind me of something this dish always makes me think of—a delicate balance of bitterness and sweetness. Too much of either, and it’s ruined. But find the right harmony, and it’s perfection.”

The words sent a shiver through you, not because of their meaning, but because of the way he said them, as though he were speaking about you, to you, and not the dish. You realized then, in that fleeting moment, that he was dangerous in a way Xanthus had never been: not a predator, but a temptation. A choice.

“I should check on Xanthus,” you murmured abruptly, stepping back, breaking the fragile thread of the moment before it could tighten around you. Dontis looked up, his expression unreadable, the shadow of a smile still lingering.

“Of course,” he said, turning his attention back to the stove. “But remember—sometimes it’s the choices we don’t make that haunt us most.”

 ──

Surely God had been testing you, testing your loyalty, your endurance. Dontis was an incubus—surely he had been doing this on purpose, right?

His every movement seemed calculated, designed to draw attention, to spark desire, even when you tried desperately not to notice. The way his laughter lingered just a second too long, the way his gaze seemed to pierce through you as if he knew every thought in your head. It was maddening.

Xanthus stood nearby–despite you offering him to sit next to you, he assured he had to keep a ‘lookout.’, a silent sentinel, but his presence did little to ground you against the whirlwind of emotions Dontis stirred. The bond you shared with Xanthus hummed faintly, like a distant melody struggling to break through the noise of Dontis's presence. Was it enough to shield you?

Dontis leaned closer, his voice like silk, laced with both mockery and intrigue. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “It’s not intentional, I promise. It’s just… my nature.”

“Dontis,” Xanthus’s voice cut through the moment, low and warning. “Enough.”

The incubus’s smile widened, but he leaned back, his expression a portrait of feigned innocence. “I’m merely being a gracious host,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “You know me, Xanny. I’ve always been accommodating.”

Something flickered in Xanthus’s eyes—a brief, almost imperceptible hesitation. It was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual stoic demeanor, but it was enough to make you wonder.

And yet, as the incubus’s laughter echoed softly, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d already failed just by letting the thought cross your mind.

You swallowed the spit gathering in your mouth. This was one moment of many, and with it, you were able to come to three conclusions.

First, Dontis was absolutely doing this on purpose. There was no mistaking the deliberate way he manipulated the space around him, the calculated charm in his every word and action. This wasn’t just his nature; it was a game, and you were the unwitting pawn.

Second, Dontis thrived on pushing boundaries. He wasn’t merely testing you; he was testing the strength of your relationship with Xanthus, probing for cracks he could exploit. Whether out of amusement or something more calculated, you couldn’t tell, but it made you all the more determined to hold firm

Third, and perhaps most unsettling, some part of you wasn’t sure if you wanted the tension to stop. It was a dangerous thought, one that you quickly pushed aside, but it lingered like a shadow at the edge of your mind. Did this mean you were weak, or simply human?

You glanced toward Xanthus, hoping for a moment of clarity, but his face was unreadable, his gaze fixed firmly on Dontis. The vampire’s presence was steady, grounding, but his silence spoke volumes. He was giving you space to navigate this, to prove your loyalty—to yourself as much as to him.

“You’re quiet,” Dontis remarked, breaking the silence. His tone was teasing, but his eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Deep in thought, perhaps? I do have that effect on people.”

You straightened, forcing a steadiness into your voice. “Some of us value thinking over speaking,” you replied, the words sharp enough to wipe the smirk from Dontis’s face for a fleeting moment—only for it to soon return. 

Xanthus’s lips quirked upward ever so slightly in approval, a subtle but reassuring sign that your resolve had not gone unnoticed. The bond hummed stronger, a gentle reminder of where your heart truly lay, even as the challenges loomed large.

You closed your eyes and leaned back against the couch. Its upholstery was a deep shade of purple—not bright or garish, but rich and sultry, an echo of Dontis himself. It was as though the very fabric of his home was steeped in his essence, every corner of the space designed to draw you further into his world. The soft velvet beneath your fingertips whispered of indulgence, temptation, and secrets better left unspoken.  

The air felt thick, almost tangible, laden with the faint scent of incense and something indefinable—something uniquely Dontis. It clung to you, invading your senses no matter how hard you tried to resist. Even the dim lighting seemed complicit, casting shadows that flickered and danced, teasing the edges of your vision.  

This was more than a house. It was a reflection of him, a stage upon which he played his games with unnerving skill. And you? You were part of the performance, caught between the lure of his charm and the strength of your bond with Xanthus.  

Xanthus, who remained steadfast, a silent protector in this den of sin. The faint hum of your connection thrummed louder now, a lifeline grounding you in the face of Dontis’s relentless pull. His presence was your anchor, a reminder that there was more to you than the doubts and desires Dontis sought to awaken.  

For a moment, you let the tension ease from your shoulders, inhaling deeply as you tried to reclaim a sense of balance. Dontis’s world was suffocating, intoxicating, but it was also temporary. You had endured this long; you could endure a little longer.  

"Comfortable now?" Dontis’s voice broke through the quiet, smooth and amused. You opened your eyes to find him watching you, his expression one of feigned innocence, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.  

You didn’t answer immediately, letting the silence stretch just long enough to unsettle him. Then, with a calm you didn’t quite feel, you replied, “The couch is nice, though it seems a little too fitting for you. I’m not sure whether to find that amusing or suspicious.”  

Dontis laughed, the sound like warm honey with a bitter aftertaste. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, leaning back himself, the picture of ease. “It’s always gratifying to be... unforgettable.”  

From the corner of your eye, you caught Xanthus’s faint smirk, the subtle curve of his lips like a quiet victory. Despite the incubus’s games, you weren’t as easily swayed as he might have hoped.  

The room seemed to exhale with you, the tension loosening its grip. For now, at least, you had found your footing again. But the night was far from over, and in Dontis’s lair, the real test was only just beginning.

 ──

New Orleans was alive with glamour, music, and the tantalizing aroma of food that seemed to waft from every corner. The city was a living, breathing entity, its streets pulsing with a vibrancy that could only exist here. It took no small effort to coax Xanthus out of the sanctuary of Dontis’s home—his carefully constructed fortress of control.

The Trimidainy, had made Xanthus almost painfully vigilant. It wasn’t paranoia, exactly, but a relentless need to maintain constant awareness and control. Xanthus didn’t trust the world beyond his walls, not fully. He had his reasons, of course, though he rarely spoke of his thoughts. Dontis had mentioned it in passing, almost casually, as though it were obvious. “He’s always been that way,” the incubus had said with a smirk, though there was an undertone of something like exasperation.

The streets had an almost ethereal glow, the gas lanterns lining the narrow alleys casting flickering light onto cobblestone paths. Music spilled from every corner—haunting jazz melodies that seemed to weave into the humid night air, enticing you to linger. But there was no lingering with Xanthus. He moved with purpose, his eyes scanning every shadow as though he expected something—or someone—to emerge from it.  

You trailed behind him, the bond between you a quiet reassurance, though his tension was palpable. Dontis sauntered a step ahead of you, his stride languid and almost dismissive, as though he owned the very streets beneath his feet. He tossed a careless smile at passersby, some of whom turned to watch him go, entranced despite themselves. The power he carried wasn’t merely in his nature but in his effortless ability to command attention.  

“Relax, Xanthus,” Dontis drawled, his tone both amused and faintly mocking. “No one here poses a threat to your precious fortress of paranoia. It’s New Orleans. Let the city work its magic.”  

Xanthus shot him a look that could have cut glass but said nothing, his jaw tight. You could feel his frustration like a ripple through the bond, though he held it back with his usual stoicism.  

Dontis chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and turned to you instead. “What about you? Surely you’re not immune to the charms of this place. The music, the lights… the promise of secrets waiting to be uncovered.”  

You glanced around, taking in the sights. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, perfume, and something faintly metallic that made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite place. It was intoxicating, but also unnerving—like the city itself was alive and watching.  

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted, though your voice held a hint of caution.  

“See?” Dontis gestured at you with a flourish. “At least someone here has taste.”  

Xanthus ignored him, his gaze fixed on a small group of musicians gathered on the corner. Their song was slow and mournful, a melody that seemed to resonate with something deep within you. Xanthus lingered, his posture softening just slightly, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the man beneath the armor he so carefully maintained.  

The moment passed quickly. Xanthus turned sharply, his voice low but firm. “We should keep moving.”  

Dontis rolled his eyes but fell into step beside him, though the tension between them was almost visible. “You’re wasting the night,” Dontis said, his voice lilting with exasperation. “There’s so much to see, to experience. Honestly, Xanny, I don’t know how you can live like this.”  

Xanthus didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than you expected. “I need to keep them safe Dontis—it is my duty..”  

Dontis raised an eyebrow, but there was a flicker of something in his expression—curiosity, perhaps, or recognition. He didn’t press further, though his silence felt heavy, as though the conversation had only just begun.  

The three of you wandered deeper into the city, the vibrant energy of the French Quarter giving way to quieter streets where the buildings loomed taller, their wrought-iron balconies casting intricate shadows. It was here, away from the crowds, that the city’s true age became apparent.  

“This,” Dontis said suddenly, his voice softer now, “is where the magic lingers.”  

You looked around, unsure of what he meant, but there was a strange stillness in the air—a feeling that the past was closer here, brushing against the edges of the present. The city seemed to hold its breath, and for a moment, even Xanthus paused.  

“This city has seen things,” Dontis continued, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “Things most people can’t even imagine. Blood, love, betrayal… it soaks into the very bones of the place.”  

There was something in his voice, a hint of wistfulness that caught you off guard. You glanced at Xanthus, but his expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on Dontis as though he were trying to decipher a puzzle.  

“Don’t get lost in it,” Xanthus said finally, his tone sharp.  

Dontis laughed, the sound echoing softly against the walls. “Oh, Xanny,” he said, his smirk returning. “Getting lost is the best part.”  

The tension between them was like a taut wire, vibrating with unspoken words. You felt caught between them, their history a shadow that loomed larger with every step you took.  

“Where are we going?” you asked, breaking the silence.  

“Patience,” Dontis said, his smile sly. “You’ll see soon enough.”  

And so you followed, the city wrapping itself around you like a living thing, its secrets waiting to be revealed. But with every step, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were walking deeper into something far more dangerous than the night itself.  

──

The further you walked, the quieter New Orleans became, its bustling energy fading into a softer, more intimate rhythm. The narrow streets were kissed by the glow of lantern light, casting warm golden tones over the cobblestones. You followed Dontis as he led you through a labyrinth of alleys and courtyards, the city’s heartbeat slowing in these hidden spaces.  

“Not much further,” Dontis said over his shoulder, his voice smooth and unhurried. His steps were deliberate, his presence magnetic even when he wasn’t trying—or perhaps especially because he wasn’t trying.  

Xanthus followed closely, his posture stiff as always, though there was a subtle shift in him. The tension in his shoulders was less severe, the faintest relaxation in his gait betraying the pull of the city’s charm—or perhaps, something else.  

The three of you emerged into a secluded courtyard hidden behind wrought-iron gates. It was like stepping into another world: a single oak tree dominated the space, its gnarled branches heavy with lanterns that bathed the area in flickering light. A fountain bubbled quietly in the center, its gentle melody mingling with the faint hum of the night.  

Dontis paused beneath the oak, his silhouette a striking contrast to the golden glow surrounding him. “This,” he said, spreading his arms, “is one of my favorite places in the city. Quiet. Private. Beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?” His words lingered, heavier than they should have been, and his gaze flicked to you briefly before settling on Xanthus.  

“I've only showed one other human this place, a hunte—”

Xanthus moved cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the courtyard before stepping closer to the fountain. “Why bring us here?” he asked interrupting the incubus, his voice low, though not hostile.  

“Because,” Dontis said, his tone softening, “even you, Xanthus, deserve moments like this. Even you can appreciate beauty when you’re not too busy pushing it away.”  

Xanthus’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the fountain, his hands brushing over the stone as if grounding himself.  

You hesitated, caught between the two of them. Dontis stood under the tree, a figure of deliberate ease, while Xanthus sat by the fountain, a quiet storm of unspoken thoughts.  

“Don’t let him intimidate you,” Dontis said, his tone playful but carrying an edge of something deeper. “The fountain is plenty big for two.”  

Three, you thought but held your tongue.  

You moved toward Xanthus, sitting beside him. The bond between you hummed softly, a tether that steadied you even in the face of the tension Dontis so expertly conjured. But tonight, the bond felt different—alive, as if it were its own presence between you. It pulsed faintly, a living thread weaving through you and Xanthus, growing stronger not in opposition to Dontis but because of him.  

Xanthus didn’t look at you, but you felt the faintest shift in him, an almost imperceptible easing of his guard.  

Dontis remained where he was, leaning against the trunk of the oak tree. His gaze lingered on the two of you, something unspoken flickering in his eyes. “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “this city has a way of exposing what’s hidden. Sometimes it reveals things we’d rather keep buried.”  

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, you thought they might have been meant for Xanthus. But when you looked up, Dontis’s gaze was locked on you. It wasn’t the usual teasing glint—it was something deeper, rawer. A yearning that made your breath hitch.  

Xanthus seemed to sense it too, his hand tensing against the stone. “Dontis,” he said, his voice sharp, “whatever game you’re playing, stop.”  

“I’m not playing a game,” Dontis replied, his tone softer than you’d ever heard it. He straightened, stepping closer, though he stopped a few feet away. “Not tonight.”  

You looked between the two of them, caught in the weight of the moment. Dontis’s eyes softened as they held yours, his usual smugness replaced with something achingly sincere. “You’re stronger than you realize,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “But even the strong need to be seen. To be wanted.”  

Your heart twisted at his words, the vulnerability in them cutting through your defenses. It wasn’t just a ploy; there was truth in his gaze, a longing that made it impossible to look away.  

Xanthus shifted beside you, his presence a steadying force. His hand brushed against yours—not just a fleeting gesture, but a deliberate connection. The bond between you surged in response, like a second heartbeat, alive and radiant. And for the first time, you understood: Dontis wasn’t unraveling it. He was strengthening it.  

His words, his presence, his relentless push against your walls—they weren’t breaking you apart. They were forcing you and Xanthus to acknowledge the depth of what you shared. And yet, there was something else—a thread of tension woven into the bond itself, something that pulsed faintly in Dontis’s direction.  

He saw it too. You could tell by the way his gaze lingered, not with triumph, but with something quieter. You felt Xanthus’s hand tighten on yours, a grounding force that didn’t deny the truth in Dontis’s voice.  

The night seemed to hold its breath, the three of you caught in a moment too fragile to shatter. You glanced at Xanthus, his eyes dark and searching, and then back at Dontis, who stood before you with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show.  

The bond between you hummed louder now, not as a barrier, but as a bridge. It was alive, growing, adapting to encompass truths you hadn’t dared to face.  

In this quiet corner of New Orleans, hidden from the world, the weight of what lay unspoken between you all pressed down like the humid air, heavy with possibility. 

 Music poured from open doorways, laughter bubbled over from shadowy corners, and the aroma of spices and sweet pralines wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of jasmine. But in the quiet, tucked-away courtyard where the three of you lingered, the world felt suspended, holding its breath.

Dontis leaned casually against the wrought-iron railing, his eyes glinting in the dim light like dark jewels. “You’ve both become... quite the pair,” he said, his tone light but tinged with something unreadable. His gaze lingered on Xanthus for a moment longer than it should have, a flicker of something in his expression—fondness, regret, maybe both.

Xanthus didn’t reply immediately. His grip on your hand was steady, grounding, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed the unease he refused to voice. “We’re stronger together,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. “That’s all that matters.”

Dontis tilted his head, a smile curling on his lips that was neither mocking nor entirely sincere. “Strong, indeed,” he murmured, his gaze flickering briefly to you, then back to Xanthus. “I can see why you’d hold onto it so tightly this time.”

This time. The words echoed in your mind, subtle yet loaded, like a secret whispered just loud enough to tease but not to reveal. There was history here, intricate and layered, but it stayed in the shadows, unspoken. It made the air between them hum with an unnameable tension, a thread you couldn’t quite grasp but couldn’t ignore.

The bond pulsed faintly within you, alive and aware, as though it too was listening, learning, feeding off the emotions swirling between the three of you. Where you had once thought Dontis was a threat to it, you now felt the opposite. His presence, his words, even the emotions he seemed to draw out—none of it was fraying the connection you shared with Xanthus. If anything, it was weaving the bond tighter, making it stronger, more vivid, more alive. 

You had been so quick to see him as a serpent, a deceiver. A threat to everything you held sacred. Your bond with Xanthus had seemed untouchable—a divine covenant, a blessing etched into your very soul. And yet, Dontis’s words didn’t feel like poison anymore. They felt… like truth. Not a truth that sought to unravel, but one that sought to reveal.

You leaned against the counter, staring at the faint reflection of yourself in the window. Was this what the garden was truly about—That’s what he was, the garden. Not the garden itself, but what it represents. Choice. Change, Not the loss of innocence, not the bite of temptation, but the moment where choice created meaning. The moment when free will transformed the static into the infinite.

“Dontis,” you said softly, drawing his attention. His gaze shifted to you, dark and probing, and for a moment, it felt like he could see into the very heart of you. “You’re not as detached as you pretend to be.”

A laugh escaped him, low and velvety, but it lacked his usual sharp edge. “Detached,” he echoed, as if tasting the word. “Maybe I’m just... careful.” His eyes flicked to Xanthus again, something unspoken passing between them before he looked away, his expression shuttered. 

Xanthus’s hand tightened around yours briefly, a silent acknowledgment, though of what, you couldn’t quite say. “Careful is one word for it,” he said, his tone edged but not unkind. “Calculated might be another.”

Dontis smiled, a faint, bittersweet curve of his lips. “And you would know.”

There it was again, that subtle thread of something deeper between them, something steeped in a past you weren’t privy to but could feel in the air, in the way they spoke, the way they moved around each other. It wasn’t hostility, not exactly. It was... complicated.

The tension shifted, not dissipating but evolving, becoming something heavier, more charged. The courtyard felt smaller, the space between the three of you narrowing as though drawn by invisible strings. Dontis straightened, his eyes lingering on you, then on Xanthus, his smile softening into something quieter, something more honest.

“Shall we call it a night?” His voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was a vulnerability in the way he asked, as though he wasn’t sure what the answer would be.

Xanthus glanced at you, his expression unreadable but his bond with you thrumming faintly, reassuringly. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice steady. His eyes flicked to Dontis, and after a moment’s hesitation, he added, “You’re welcome to join us.”

Surprise flickered across Dontis’s face, quickly masked by a smile that was almost too casual. “How generous of you,” he said lightly, though his voice carried a warmth that betrayed the act. “I’ll take you up on that.”

──

As you walked hand in hand with Xanthus, the city’s nocturnal hum began to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of your bond. It pulsed with warmth, a living connection that had carried you through trials and doubts. Tonight, however, it felt different—richer, as if the presence of Dontis had become a note woven seamlessly into its melody. Not discordant but... complementary.

The incubus walked quietly beside you, his gaze flickering from the ground to the horizon, then back to the two of you. His usual smirk had softened into something thoughtful, even vulnerable. It was an expression you rarely saw, but one that stirred a strange ache in your chest.

On an impulse, you reached out and clasped Dontis’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The warmth of his touch was immediate, steady yet electric. He glanced at you, his lips parting slightly in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightened, a silent acknowledgment of the gesture’s significance.

Xanthus, on your other side, gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The weight of his gaze settled on the intertwined fingers between you and Dontis, but he didn’t seem upset. If anything, his expression softened as his eyes returned to yours, his own hand grounding you further. The bond, once a private thread connecting only you and Xanthus, seemed to hum louder now, expanding, welcoming. It was alive, growing, strengthened not by division but by the shared energy flowing between the three of you.

The walk back to Dontis’s home felt longer than it was, each step steeped in unspoken words, shared glances, and the tension that coiled tighter with every passing moment. The air carried a charge that was impossible to ignore, a promise of something transformative waiting just beyond the threshold.

As you walked along the cobblestone streets, your gaze wandered to Dontis, whose attention seemed anchored to a bar you were passing. His expression, so often composed of teasing smirks and playful glances, now held something more subdued—something unspoken.

“What is it?” you asked, your voice cutting through the quiet.

“Nothing,” Dontis replied, though his voice lacked its usual conviction. His eyes lingered on the bar, its old wooden sign faded but still legible. “I just… I met someone there. A hunter. Long ago.”

Your brows furrowed slightly as you studied him. There was something in the way his shoulders tensed, the faint flicker of nostalgia or regret crossing his face. “Go on,” you prompted, sensing the weight of what he wasn’t saying.

He let out a soft laugh, the sound tinged with self-deprecation. “It’s a long story,” he murmured, his fingers brushing absently against the edge of his coat.

“We have all the time in the world,” Xanthus said, his voice low but steady. Dontis met Xanthus’s gaze, and for a moment, the incubus’s carefully crafted mask slipped. His eyes softened, the usual glint of mischief replaced by something raw and unguarded.

──

When you finally arrived, Dontis opened the door with a graceful sweep, his home aglow with a dim, golden light. The warmth of the room wrapped around you as you stepped inside, the rich, velvety scent of incense brushing against your senses. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you away from the outside world.

Dontis turned to face you both, his usual playful smirk replaced by an expression that was unreadable, almost tender. His gaze flickered between you and Xanthus, searching, lingering. “I’d ask if you wanted a drink,” he murmured, his voice lower now, quieter, “but I think that’s not what anyone needs tonight.”

Xanthus took a step closer, his presence as steadying as ever, though his eyes gleamed with something unspoken. “You always were good at reading the room,” he said, his tone soft, yet there was a weight behind the words—a history that hinted at shared moments long buried but never forgotten.

Dontis let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no mockery in it this time. “I try.” His eyes met yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze was startling. “This… whatever this is… it’s not something I want to ruin.”

“You’re not ruining anything,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside you. “If anything, you’re part of what makes it stronger.”

The incubus seemed momentarily at a loss for words, his fingers still entwined with yours. Xanthus stepped closer, his free hand brushing against Dontis’s shoulder—a simple touch, but one that spoke volumes.

“We’re all here,” Xanthus said, his voice rich with meaning. “About the past, I’m—.”

“Enough, Xanny.”

The bond between you all seemed to thrum in agreement, alive with the promise of what was to come. 

As the three of you stood in the softly lit room, the atmosphere was charged with unspoken emotions and a palpable tension that seemed to thrum in the very air around you. The bond connecting you and Xanthus pulsed with a newfound intensity, now harmoniously intertwined with Dontis's presence, creating a triad of connection that felt both exhilarating and profound.

Xanthus's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of love and desire, silently seeking your consent for the uncharted path you were all about to explore. Dontis, usually so confident and teasing, now watched with a vulnerability that spoke of his longing to be part of this intimate convergence.

With a slight nod, you affirmed your willingness, and Xanthus stepped closer, his hand gently caressing your cheek before his lips met yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The familiar warmth of his embrace grounded you, even as the excitement of the unknown sent shivers down your spine.

As you parted, Dontis moved nearer, his eyes searching yours for permission. You reached out, your fingers grazing his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, his breath hitching slightly. When his lips finally met yours, the kiss was both tentative and deep, a melding of curiosity and suppressed desire that had been building between you.

The three of you gravitated toward the large plush seating area, a silent agreement guiding your movements. In this intimate space, words became unnecessary, The air was thick with tension and anticipation as the three of you settled onto the plush, velvet-covered chaise. The soft glow of the room enveloped you, casting a warm, intimate light over your entwined forms.

Xanthus's hand found yours, his fingers interlacing with yours in a gesture of comfort and connection. His touch was familiar, yet now imbued with a new layer of intensity, a silent acknowledgment of the shared bond that had grown between the three of you.

Dontis, usually so confident and teasing, now watched with a vulnerability that spoke of his longing to be part of this intimate convergence. His gaze flickered between you and Xanthus, seeking, searching for a sign of acceptance, of invitation.

As if sensing your unspoken consent, Dontis shifted closer, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, a delicious anticipation of what was to come. His lips brushed against your neck, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps racing across your skin.

Xanthus's presence remained a steadying force, his hand moving to cup your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually so guarded, now shone with a mixture of love and desire, a silent pledge of devotion that transcended the physical.

The air seemed to crackle with energy as the three of you moved together, a dance of touch and caress that was both familiar and new. Dontis's hands explored your body with a gentle reverence, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that mingled with the warmth of Xanthus's embrace.

As the moments passed, the barriers between you began to dissolve, the boundaries of your individual selves blurring into a single, harmonious entity. The bond that had grown between you and Xanthus now pulsed with a newfound intensity, intertwined with Dontis's presence, creating a triad of connection that felt both exhilarating and profound.

The room seemed to fade away, the outside world ceasing to exist as you lost yourself in the sensations of the moment. The scent of incense mingled with the heady aroma of arousal, Xanthus's eyes, already darkened with desire, flashed with a hunger that went beyond the physical as he gazed upon your exposed neck. His gaze was intense, almost feral, as he leaned in closer, his cool breath ghosting over your racing pulse. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, his arousal evident even through the fabric of his clothing.

"May I?" Xanthus murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that sent shivers down your spine. At your whispered consent, he didn't hesitate. His lips parted, revealing the glint of his sharp fangs, and then he was upon you, his mouth latching onto the tender skin of your neck.

The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced - a sharp, intense pleasure-pain that had you gasping and arching into him. Xanthus's tongue lapped at your skin, his fangs piercing, and then the first draw of your blood hitting his palate. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into your own.

As Xanthus drank, you could feel a corresponding ache building between your thighs, a throbbing need that grew with each pull of his mouth. His hips began to move, rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrored the cadence of his feeding. The hard length of him pressed against your core, separated only by the thin barrier of your clothing, stoking the flames of your arousal.

As Xanthus continued to feed, his hands began to roam your body with a newfound urgency. He tugged at your clothing, practically tearing it in his haste to remove the barrier between your skin and his questing fingers. Buttons popped, fabric ripped, and then his hands were on your bare flesh, calloused palms skimming over the soft curves of your body.

Dontis, not to be outdone, joined in the fray of disrobing you both. His deft fingers made quick work of the remaining scraps of your clothing, leaving you bare and exposed to their hungry gazes. The cool air kissed your heated skin, pebbling your flesh and making you ache for their touch.

"Exquisite," Dontis breathed, his voice rough with desire. "Even more beautiful than I imagined." 

Lost in the haze of sensation, you barely registered Dontis's movements until you felt calloused fingers skimmed over the swell of your breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks until they pebbled and strained towards his touch.

Dontis leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lace over one straining nipple before drawing it into his mouth. He suckled gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. His other hand continued its exploration, drifting lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants to cup your mound.

The dual sensations of Xanthus feeding and Dontis's touch were overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge of a precipice you'd never before approached. 

Xanthus pulled back from your neck, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he licked the last drops of blood from his fangs. His eyes, now darkened with lust and power, roamed over your flushed face, taking in the dazed expression of pleasure that graced your features.

"Dontis," Xanthus purred, his gaze flicking to the incubus who was still lavishing attention on your breasts. "Have you ever tasted the blood of a human?"

Dontis paused in his ministrations, his head snapping up to meet Xanthus's gaze. There was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, a hint of the insatiable hunger that was a part of his very nature. "No," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "Never."

A wicked glint entered Xanthus's eyes, a predatory smile curving his lips. In one swift motion, Xanthus grabbed Dontis by the hair, pulling him up and into a searing kiss. The vampire's tongue delved into the incubus's mouth, forcing the taste of your blood onto Dontis's tongue. Dontis's eyes widened, a low groan escaping him as the unique flavor of your essence flooded his senses.

Xanthus deepened the kiss, his fangs grazing Dontis's lower lip, the coppery tang of blood mingling with the heat of their passion. Dontis's hands fisted in Xanthus's hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of that intoxicating taste.

As the two men lost themselves in each other, you lay back, your chest heaving, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your gaze drifted over the erotic scene before you Xanthus and Dontis locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths and hands roaming over each other's bodies with a hunger that was both primal and arousing.

The sight alone was enough to reignite the fire within you, and you found yourself arching into the cool air, craving more touch, more sensation. Your hands drifted down your body, fingers teasing over the sensitive skin of your stomach. 

As they explored your body, their own clothing began to fall away, revealing the hard planes and sinewy muscles beneath. Xanthus's chest was a work of sculpted perfection, his abdomen a six-pack of lean, taut muscle. Dontis's body was no less impressive, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his skin a warm, dusky hue that spoke of his incubus heritage.

The sight of them, all raw power and barely leashed desire, had your mouth going dry and your heart pounding against your ribs. You reached out, your hands greedy to explore the expanse of their chests, to feel the heat of their skin, the play of muscle beneath flesh.

Xanthus caught your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to your palm, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, before guiding your hand lower, over the ridges of his abdomen, to the thick, hard length of him. He was impressive, long and thick and throbbing with a life of its own.

Dontis mirrored Xanthus's actions, taking your other hand and guiding it to his own impressive arousal. The heat of him seared your palm, the silky hardness a stark contrast to the velvety softness of the skin. He hissed through his teeth as your fingers curled around him, his hips rocking into your touch.

You began to stroke them, your grip firm and purposeful, your thumbs swirling over the sensitive heads to catch the beads of moisture that leaked from the tips. Xanthus's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips as you worked his thick length, while Dontis's gaze remained locked on yours, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

As you continued to pump their cocks, Dontis's hand joined yours on Xanthus's shaft, his long fingers wrapping around yours, stroking in sync with your movements. Together, you pleasured the vampire, your combined touches making him shudder and gasp, his hips rocking into your joined fists.

Spurred on by Xanthus's reactions, Dontis leaned down, getting on his knees, his tongue flicking out to taste the weeping slit of the vampire's cock. Xanthus let out a sharp hiss, his fingers tangling in Dontis's hair, holding him in place as the incubus's tongue swirled around the swollen head, lapping up the salty-sweet essence that leaked from the tip.

Emboldened, you joined him—sliding off the plush coach and joining him on your knees leaning in your tongue joining Dontis's in its exploration of Xanthus's thick length. Together, you lapped and suckled at the vampire's flesh, your tongues dancing and twining around his throbbing cock. Xanthus's grip on Dontis's hair tightened, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. You could feel the heat building, the air growing thick with the scent of sex and the sound of panting breaths and pleasured cries. Your own arousal mounted, your core clenching and fluttering around nothing as you lost yourself in the act of bringing Xanthus to the brink of ecstasy. 

You and Dontis worked in sync, your mouths exploring every inch of Xanthus's thick, throbbing cock. Your tongues swirled around the swollen head, lapping up the salty-sweet essence that leaked from the tip, the taste of his arousal exploding on your taste buds. You could feel the heat of his skin, the silky hardness that pulsed with a life of its own as you both lavished attention on his impressive length.

Dontis's hand joined yours at the base of Xanthus's shaft, his long fingers wrapping around the thick flesh, stroking in time with the bobbing of your heads. Together, you pumped and suckled, your tongues dancing and twining around his cock, your lips stretching wide to take him deeper into your eager mouths.

You could feel Xanthus's grip on your hair tightening, his hips rocking into the dual assault of your mouths, seeking more of that exquisite pleasure. His moans and growls filled the air, the erotic symphony spurring you on, urging you to bring him closer to the edge of release.

As you pleasured Xanthus, Dontis's hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping between your slick folds. He groaned against Xanthus's flesh as he felt the evidence of your arousal, your body dripping with need. Two fingers plunged into your hot, tight core, pumping in time with the stroking of Xanthus's cock, the combined sensations pushing you both closer to the brink.

You could feel the coil of tension building in your stomach, your body aching for release as you lost yourself in the act of bringing Xanthus to his peak. Your free hand drifted to your breast, kneading the soft mound, plucking at the hardened nipple, the dual stimulation making your head spin with pleasure.

Xanthus's balls tightened, his shaft throbbing against your tongue as he neared his climax. With a curse, he came undone, his hot seed erupting from the tip of his cock, flooding your mouth and Dontis's in thick, creamy ropes. The taste was overwhelming, the sheer volume of his release making you both struggle to swallow it all.

Throughout his intense orgasm, Dontis continued to stroke Xanthus's shaft, coaxing out every last drop of his release, while his fingers pumped into your dripping core, taking you over the edge with him. 

As Xanthus rode out the waves of his intense climax, his grip on your hair tightened to the point of pain, holding your head in place as he emptied himself into your eagerly suckling mouths..

Xanthus's moans and growls softened to low, satisfied rumbles as the last spurts of his release dribbled onto your tongues. Finally, his grip on your hair relaxed, his hands falling away as he slumped back against the plush of the couch, his chest heaving with the force of his breathing.

Dontis released Xanthus's spent cock, his tongue lapping gently at the softening flesh to catch any stray drops of the vampire's essence. 

He turned to you, only then does he pull his fingers from your core. His eyes glinting with mischief and a hunger that was far from satiated, he brings his fingers to his lips sucking on your arousal from them. "You taste divine together," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. 

With that, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours. You could taste the mingled flavors of Xanthus's release on his tongue, the salty-sweet essence making your head spin with renewed desire. As you kissed, Dontis's hands roamed your body, stroking and caressing, stoking the flames of your arousal that had only briefly been banked.

Xanthus watched the erotic display through heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Insatiable creatures," he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble.

You couldn't help but notice that while Xanthus had found his release, Dontis had not. A flicker of concern crossed your mind, followed swiftly by a surge of determination to ensure the incubus was just as satisfied as the vampire.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed your fingers down Dontis's chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “You have yet to come Dontis”

Dontis's eyes flashed with hunger as he met your gaze, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, letting you feel the hard, aching length of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach.

Rolling onto your back, you guided Dontis to settle between your thighs, your legs falling open in clear invitation. He settled his hips against yours, the head of his cock nudging against your slick, swollen folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You shiver slightly against the carpet of the floor.

As Dontis began to slowly push forward, easing the thick length of his shaft into your tight heat, Xanthus moved off the couch to kneel behind the incubus. You watched, transfixed, as Dontis shuddered, a low moan escaping him as he felt Xanthus's presence behind him. "Fuck," Dontis gasped, his hips jerking forward, driving him deeper into your welcoming body. 

Emboldened, Xanthus spat directly onto Dontis's hole, watching as the saliva dripped down to coat his fingers. Without warning, he pressed a finger into Dontis's ass, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench around the invading digit. He pumped his finger slowly, working Dontis open.

Meanwhile, you wrapped your legs around Dontis's waist, your heels digging into the small of his back as you urged him deeper,

Xanthus worked a second finger into Dontis's tight hole, then a third, pumping them slowly, stretching the incubus. Dontis grunted and moaned, his hips rocking back against Xanthus's hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. All the while, his own hips never ceased their steady thrusts into your hot, slick channel, the wet sounds of your coupling filling the room.

"Enough," Dontis growled, his voice strained with need. "I need more, Xanthus.”

Xanthus chuckled darkly, removing his fingers and replacing them with the swollen head of his impressive erection. "As you wish," he purred, gripping Dontis's hips tightly and pushing forward.

Dontis threw his head back with a guttural moan as Xanthus's thick shaft breached him, the tight ring of muscle stretching to accommodate the vampire's girth. Xanthus didn't stop until he was fully sheathed, his hips flush against Dontis's ass, his heavy balls resting against the incubus's skin.

You reach a trembling hand up to rub the pad of your thumb along Dontis’s cheek—an attempt at comforting, though you wondered if you found pleasure in the pain.

The dual stimulation of your tight pussy gripping his cock and Xanthus's thick length buried deep in his ass was almost too intense to bear.

Xanthus set a hard, driving rhythm, pounding into Dontis with supernatural strength and speed. The force of his thrusts drove Dontis deeper into you, his cock slamming against that sweet spot deep inside that made you see stars.

"Harder," Dontis demanded, his voice a low, feral snarl. "Fuck me harder, Xanthus."

Growling, Xanthus complied, his hips slapping against Dontis's ass with brutal force, the obscene sound echoing through the room. Dontis soon realized his body was no longer his own as he was used for both of their pleasure.

His cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with Xanthus's dark, approving rumbles and your own moans. The room grew thick with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the erotic symphony pushing.

Your inner walls clamped down around Dontis's pistoning shaft, gripping him like a velvet vice as your climax crashed over you. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through you, your body convulsing and shaking, your toes curling from the sheer intensity of your release. You threw your head back, a silent scream of pure rapture tearing from your throat as your pussy gushed around Dontis's cock, drenching his shaft and balls with your honeyed essence.

Your head felt heavy, as though it were submerged in a fog you couldn’t quite shake. A strange, unnatural warmth coursed through your body, seeping into your limbs and making it difficult to move. Panic began to creep in as your vision blurred, the world around you fading into a wash of brilliant, blinding white.

Xanthus chose that moment to lean down, his lips ghosting over the tender juncture of Dontis's neck and shoulder before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh. Dontis cried out, his voice a mixture of pain and pleasure that echoed through the room. His body convulsed as a bolt of white-hot ecstasy surged through him, the sharp sting of Xanthus's bite melting seamlessly into an overwhelming flood of bliss that left him trembling.

The coppery tang of Dontis's blood spilled onto Xanthus's tongue, rich and intoxicating—a taste he savored not out of hunger, but out of pure, unbridled greed. Each pull from the wound was deliberate, each moment a declaration of dominance, and yet there was an intimacy in the act that left Dontis's heart pounding. “Xanthu—!”

Dontis's words dissolve into a guttural moan as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as he found his release. His seed erupted from his shaft, painting your walls with his hot, sticky essence, the sensation pushing him off the edge.

Xanthus groaned above you, his hips stuttering as he rutted into Dontis's spasming ass, chasing his own rapidly approaching climax. The feeling of Dontis's silken walls gripping his cock like a hot, wet fist, along with the erotic sight of your body writhing in pleasure beneath him, was quickly becoming too much for the vampire to withstand.

"Fuck, I'm going to... I can't..." Xanthus grunted, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he teetered on the brink of release. With one final, brutal thrust, he slammed into Dontis's ass, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm overtook him.

Xanthus threw his head back, unadulterated bliss erupting from his throat as his cock jerked and throbbed, painting Dontis's inner walls. 

As Xanthus's hot seed flooded Dontis's ass, Dontis let out a guttural groan, his body shuddering with the force of his own intense climax. The feeling of Xanthus's thick, pulsing cock throbbing deep inside him, pumping him full of the vampire's potent release, pushed Dontis over the edge once more. His own shaft, still buried to the hilt inside your fluttering pussy, jerked and twitched as he found an almost immediate second release, his seed erupting from his cock to mix with the slick fluids already filling you.

As Xanthus's climax began to subside, he collapsed forward, blanketing Dontis's back with his powerful, sweat-slicked body. Dontis welcomed the weight, making sure to keep him upright. 

 ──

How should I hold my soul, that it may not be touching yours? How should I lift it then above you to where other things are waiting?

Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all forgot, with some lost thing the dark is isolating, on some remote and silent spot that, when your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating.

You and me—all that lights upon us, though, brings us together like a fiddle-bow drawing one voice from two strings it glides along.

Across what instrument have we been spanned? And what violinist holds us in his hand? O sweetest song.

-rainer maria rilke

──

author's note: said it would take me at least a week and it took me less then a day, true dedication.

[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?”

[boiledmang0s]

Doodle of my love :3

My traditional art style is way different then my digital art style😭

Fun fact about them- The scarf I draw them in all the time is the first thing they bought after they left their parents

[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

[peppymintdreams]

its xanthus' birthday, he doesnt see a point in celebrating, but love does so anyways ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

A Day Worth Celebrating

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

Xanthus sat in his study, the faint glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the room. A book rested in his lap, though he hadn’t turned a page in quite some time. His thoughts drifted as they often did on this particular day—a day that had lost all meaning centuries ago.

Birthdays were for mortals, for fleeting lives measured in moments and milestones. For someone like him, whose existence stretched endlessly, they felt redundant, almost absurd. What was another year when centuries blurred into an indistinguishable haze?

The faint sound of footsteps broke through his musings. He glanced toward the door just as Love peeked their head in, a warm smile lighting up their face.

“Hey,” they said softly, stepping inside with their hands hidden behind their back. “What are you doing in here all by yourself?”

Xanthus raised an eyebrow. “Reading, or attempting to. Why?”

Love moved closer, their smile widening. “Because it’s your birthday. And no one should spend their birthday alone.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Love, we’ve talked about this. Birthdays are... irrelevant to me. I see no reason to celebrate something so trivial.”

Love’s expression softened, but they didn’t back down. Instead, they perched on the arm of his chair, leaning toward him. “Maybe you don’t see a reason, but I do. It’s a day that marks the beginning of you. And that’s worth celebrating.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound. “I’ve been around for so long that the beginning feels like a myth. Besides, what would you even celebrate? My survival? My stubbornness?”

“Your existence,” Love said simply. “The fact that you’re here, with me, in this moment. That’s worth everything.”

Xanthus looked at them, his crimson eyes softening. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”

“Always,” they replied with a grin. “Now, are you going to humor me, or am I going to have to drag you out of this chair myself?”

Before he could respond, Love revealed what they’d been hiding behind their back—a small, elegantly wrapped box tied with a ribbon. They held it out to him, their eyes bright with anticipation.

“I thought you didn’t care for material gifts,” Xanthus teased, though he took the box from their hands with care.

“I don’t,” they said, “but this isn’t just a gift. It’s something I thought you might actually appreciate.”

Intrigued, he pulled the ribbon loose and lifted the lid. Inside was a leather-bound journal, its cover engraved with intricate patterns of roses and vines. His initials were embossed in the corner, and when he opened it, he found the first page filled with Love’s handwriting.

“For Xanthus, whose presence makes eternity bearable. May this be a place to hold your thoughts, your stories, and your memories.”

He traced the words with his fingertips, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he looked up at them. “This is... thoughtful. Far more than I deserve.”

“Don’t say that,” Love said firmly. “You deserve everything, Xanthus. And more.”

He set the journal down and stood, pulling them into a gentle embrace. “You have an uncanny way of making me feel human again, Love.”

They wrapped their arms around him, pressing their cheek against his chest. “That’s because you are, in so many ways. And you deserve to be celebrated, even if you don’t think so.”

He rested his chin on their head, holding them close as a rare warmth spread through him. For the first time in centuries, the weight of time felt lighter, the day brighter.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low but sincere. “For reminding me that some things are still worth marking, even after all this time.”

They pulled back just enough to look up at him, their smile radiant. “So, does that mean you’ll let me celebrate your birthday every year?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll see.”

But as Love led him out of the study, chattering excitedly about the cake they’d made and the quiet celebration they had planned, Xanthus couldn’t help but feel that maybe—just maybe—birthdays weren’t so pointless after all.

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[grapesrsogood]

After Xanthus turned Love (a phew months later)

Just a short drabble that i thought up and decided to try out writing :3

After writing this: YALL ARE GOING TO DIE FROM THIS TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF IM TELLING YOU NOW

Masterlist here

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“Im thinking that maybe we should paint the room a dark green colour? Oh, and we could paint the shutters a darker green to complement it!” I stand beside Xanthus in our new bedroom, we had bought a house a phew weeks back to continue our fresh start together and are considering what colour scheme would work best.

I continue on my rant as i walk around the room aimlessly, “a dark wood book case would look lovely in the corner and having a desk too would be nice,” my excitement grows and i feel Xanthus’s gaze on me as i practically prance around the room, pointing out possible decor and furniture styles.

I giggle to myself, feeling like a kid waking up on their birthday, exited for the day ahead. I turn to look at Xanthus and he’s already looking back, his eyes soft and holding a look that i recognise as intrigue or maybe confusion, he seems to have that look in his eyes more frequently recently.

I move closer to him and turn my whole body to face his, “whats up hun?” I ask as i tilt my head, a soft smile making its way onto my lips and i continue to gaze back at my lover.

“How do you do it?” He finally speaks and im slightly taken aback by his question, “what do you mean?” I ask in return and he looks to the side for a moment.

“You are practically glowing, as you usually are. Your smile is still warm and the comforting tone in your voice hasn’t wavered at all. You are still the same embodiment of life that you were when i first saw you and you are still filled with the same compassion and love, you arent cold or distant or predatory in any way even though your humanity has been stolen from you. I dont feel as though the bond is gone because i still have you, the same you and the you that loved me and saw the good in everybody around you. How do you do it? How are you still so you, when you’re like… me…” his words trail off into silence and my eyes dont leave him for a second, untill his finally meet mine. I bring a hand up to his cheek and he rests his jaw on my palm, bringing his own hand up to cradle mine.

“Xanthus… i love you. Thats never going to change, even if im undead. My humanity doesnt define me, just as being a vampire doesnt either. I choose to love and feel happy and feel alive because even if im not, the world around me is and i want to live with it. Im alive in my heart, and so are you. You love me, you care for people, that isnt proof of your humanity. Thats proof of your life! Thats proof that despite what you’ve been through and what you’ve seen or done, you can still take a breath and appreciate the world around you, the people around you. I refuse to let myself go over something such as death. I dont care because im still myself at heart and thats what really counts.” I dont break eye contact as i see his eyes begin to water and he brings his other hand up to cover his eyes.

“Xanthus, you dont need to hide your emotions, you can pretend being turned changed you, that it took away your right to feel things, but thats not true! You feel just as much as any human. You love just as much as any human. Don’t let any outdated stereotypes about vampires being heartless monsters change that,” i gently tug his hand down and watch as a single tear rolls down his cheek.

He finally talks again, his words wavering and he practically whispered to me, “i love you too.”

I pull him into me carefully, as he buries his face into my neck, soft and quiet sobs coming from him occasionally and his arms tighten around me. I realise then that Xanthus, a 400 year old vampire that claims to be a wise, unfeeling being of the shadows, was simply a man who hadnt felt comfort for over three centuries and just needed a person to really see him for who his is and not what he is to finally feel again.

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SUPER SHORT BUT AGHHHHH

I LOVE THIS >v<

Words are so fun teehee

Apologies for any mistakes, its late and i want to post this now so i’ll read over it again in the morning

BAIIIIII

[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.”

[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

[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?

[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.

[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~

(ʏᴏᴜ) 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 🌱

[peppymintdreams]

love goes outside and comes back home injured (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Crimson Worry

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

The night air was cold and biting as Love pushed open the front door, their steps unsteady and their breath shallow. Pain radiated from the gash on their arm, the blood seeping through the makeshift bandage they had tied around it. Every step felt heavier than the last as they made their way into the apartment, the familiar warmth of home beckoning them forward.

"Love?" Xanthus's voice was smooth, but tonight it carried a sharp edge of concern. He appeared in the doorway almost instantly, his crimson eyes narrowing as they took in the sight before him. "You’re bleeding."

Love tried to offer a reassuring smile, but it faltered. "It’s... it’s nothing serious. Just a scrape."

Xanthus was already moving toward them, his movements swift and fluid, like a predator closing in on prey—but this was not hunger. This was fear, hidden beneath his composed exterior. He guided them gently to the couch, his hands firm but careful, as though afraid they might break beneath his touch.

"Sit," he ordered softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Love obeyed, wincing slightly as they settled into the cushions.

Xanthus knelt in front of them, his gaze locked onto the injury. His fingers, cool and steady, brushed against their arm as he carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage. The scent of their blood filled the room, and for a moment, his eyes darkened with instinctive hunger—but it was quickly replaced by something deeper, more primal.

"Who did this?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Love shook their head. "It was an accident... I didn’t see the glass shard on the sidewalk."

Xanthus's jaw tightened, his fingers lingering over the wound as if willing it to close by sheer force of will. "You shouldn’t have been out alone," he murmured, though there was no anger in his words—only worry. "You know how dangerous it can be."

"I didn’t think—"

"Exactly," he interrupted, his gaze softening as he met their eyes. "You didn’t think. And now you’re hurt." He exhaled slowly, reigning in his emotions. "Let me take care of you."

He disappeared for a moment and returned with a first-aid kit, the edges worn from years of use but the contents meticulously organized. Xanthus worked in silence, cleaning the wound with precision, his touch gentle despite the tension in his shoulders.

As he bandaged their arm, Love reached out, their fingers brushing against his cheek. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you."

Xanthus leaned into their touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "You are everything to me," he whispered. "Every moment you are away, I wonder if you’ll return unharmed. Tonight, you didn’t." His eyes opened, meeting theirs with a fierce intensity. "I can’t lose you."

"You won’t," Love whispered, their voice steady with conviction. "I’m here. I’m safe now."

Xanthus finished tying the bandage, his fingers lingering over their hand. "Next time, take me with you."

Love smiled softly. "You’d never let me out of your sight again, would you?"

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Never." He pulled them into his arms, careful not to aggravate their injury, holding them as if the world outside could no longer touch them. "Stay with me tonight. Let me keep you safe."

Love nestled into his embrace, the steady beat of his heart beneath their ear. "I will."

[grapesrsogood]

Xanthus x self harming Love

Before i write this i want to make a phew things clear, im writing this out of my own self indulgence, so please, if you’re sensitive these topics then move on. I personally have been clean for over five months now and if you’re struggling with this then please talk to people, whether thats loved ones or friends or even me, anybody. People care and its okay to struggle, addiction is addiction and you aren’t alone <3

Find masterlist here

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions of blood dripping, descriptions of feeling blood, crying, mentions of dizziness and feeling sick, distraught Xanthus :(

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It was good. It was so fucking good. And i ruined it. The only thing i hear is my heartbeat as i slightly stumble down the hallway. I keep fucking up, its not fair.

When i was making lunch for myself i dropped a plate and it cut my finger. They’re going to be so angry at me, i just know it. Its what they do. They’re all nice and treat you well and then BAM. As soon as you make a mistake they blow up at you. And its all my fault. My hands shake as i reach for the door handle and my breathing becomes more erratic as i walk through on shaky legs.

Im pathetic i know, it’s just a plate, but i need this. Maybe if i hurt now then it’ll hurt that much less when they yell at me.

Xanthus is probably rushing home by now, feeling the same way i do through the bond, i wonder if he has urges too. My eyes drift around the room and land on my drawers where i keep personal items, Xanthus makes sure to not go in it for my privacy.

I hear the drawer open and gently pull out a small box. Its where i keep my blades. I gently open the box and the shiny metal stares back at me. I dont need to feel. I need the numbness. The only thing i can control right now, is the blade. And i need control.

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Surprise Xanthus POV because i didnt want to write any more on such a sensitive subject, we will come back to Love in a minute tho :3

“Do you think Love would like a necklace? Or maybe a bracelet?” I ask Dontis, im trying to find a gift for Love because lately they’ve been doing so well with researching into the supernatural and i think they need a break.

“They’ll adore anything you give them Xanny, dont worry about it,” Dontis says to me as he looks over the plushies, its Valentines day in a week so hes searching for the ‘perfect gift’ for his hunter ‘friend’. I sigh and pick up one of the heart shaped lockets, maybe i could put a photo of us together into it and give it to them? My attention drifts around the store for a minute before my eyes begin to struggle focussing, groaning i move to stand beside Dontis. I pause my steps as i suddenly feel my heart pounding, my throat closing up as i push away the urge to gag.

Dontis looks over to me with a worried expression and i swallow thickly, him now turning his whole body and his eyes trail to my hands shaking against the counter im now leaning on.

“Whats wrong Xanthus?” He asks warily and and i blink, trying to regain my composure, suddenly feeling extremely aware of my surroundings.

“I- uh. Im not quite sure,” i manage to mumble out and my feet start moving without much thought, “Im going to Love.”

Dontis follows without question as we walk to the car in silence, the shakiness in my legs making its self known as i struggle to keep my knees from buckling. When we reach the car i practically fall against it and climb into the passenger seat whilst Dontis starts the engine.

“Are you alright?” Dontis persists as he reverses the car out of its space. I dont respond. Feeling as if im suffocating, the oxygen being stolen from my lungs with each exhale and the watering of my eyes is becoming overpowering.

My whole body tenses and i feel a sharp pain sear through me suddenly and my voice betrays me, a short yell escaping me and i grab my arm, the sharpness slowly fading. Dontis looks over to me, his attention split between me and the road

“What happened?! Are you hurt?!” His worried tone grounds me slightly as another sharp pain shoots through me. My body tensing again as i feel a tear roll down my cheek, the emotions just kept building to a point where i couldnt ignore them anymore. I throw my head back on to the seat, in an effort to gain back control of myself.

“I- i think its Love- somethings happened-“ i stutter out. Worry seeps into me and the overwhelmingness of everything around me kept getting louder and louder.

The car screeches to a halt as we get to the house and i practically slam myself into the door to open it, stumbling over to the door and entering without a second thought. My heartbeat was all i could hear as i dragged myself up the stairs, Dontis mere inches behind me.

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Back to reader POV :>

Their footsteps were thundering as i heard them ruching up the stairs, i would move but i cant. My eyes are glued onto the wall and my limbs are so stiff i couldn’t outstretch them if i tried. The trickles of warm liquid flowed down my arms and i start to panicking inside, would they be angry i did this? Did i get blood on the carpet? Did i hurt Xanthus?-

Xanthus.

I hurt Xanthus.

He can feel it too. The stinging.

My breathing picks up even more and i can hardly see my surroundings. I hear a loud bang but its drowned out by the ringing in my ears. Arms wrap around me and it feels as if im moving in slow motion, Xanthus’s face is blurry and i cant quite make out what hes saying. I notice Dontis standing behind him, but i still cant make out their expressions.

Hands cup my cheeks and wipe at my eyes, the ringing going quieter and i can see the panick and worry on Xanthus’s face. His hair is messy and his eyes are rimmed red with tears.

I fall into him, which isn’t a far distance, and close my eyes for a minute. Maybe i can just rest for a minute, that’d be nice.

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Back to Xanthus 🤷‍♀️

Their head hits my shoulder and i gently start to rock them, making sure neither of us start to feel sick again. I begin to calm down, my heart slowing and my breathing evening out as i feel Love start to calm as well. I look up to Dontis and he makes eye contact with me for a moment, his eyes pitiful as he shifts his gaze to look over them. He crouches down slowly and gently takes hold of their arm, assessing the damage.

“I have seen these things in humans before, but never this closely. It’s intriguing, the reasons why, and its something too many people dont understand.” Dontis sighs and lays their hand back down on the floor, being careful to avoid contact with any injuries.

“I should clean them up,” i say and begin to stand, pulling them up into my arms, hissing when pain shoots through me again.

“I can help if you would like-“, Dontis begins but i cut him off, “no, i have everything i need in the bathroom, thank you.” Dontis hums and begins to walk out the door, turning to look at us again before leaving, concern still evident on his face.

Love was half unconscious, light headed from the adrenaline, so i carried them in to the bathroom. Setting them down on the counter and leaning them up against the wall, i bend down to retrieve the first aid kit from under the sink and i dabb cleaning alcohol onto a sterilised cotton pad and gently wipe their arm. The stinging pain causing us both to flinch slightly as Love drearily clings onto my jacket, but i persist.

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Love POV (are all the POV changes a good thing or a bad thing i cant tell D:)

His arms are shakily wrapped around me as the ringing in my ears slowly continues to fade. Lifting my head up as much as i could, i looked to his face.

He was distraught and frantic, his eyes burning into every inch of my arm and tears begin to burr my vision once again. He’s gonna be so mad with me, and Dontis will probably reprimand me for breaking one of his expensive plates.

I tried my best to speak but i couldn’t seem to form any words, except for one.

“Xanthus…” was all i could say, my face contorted into a grimace as the pain shoots through me with every swipe. “Xanthus…” i repeat, the word on loop in my head, maybe if i keep saying his name then he’ll love me again.

I feel him shift and his hand cups my cheek again and he presses his forehead into mine gently.

“Im here, Love,” is all he says, almost in a whisper.

The tears flowed freely now and i sobb into his shoulder as my hand clings to his clothing, my body desperately squeezing his, seeking any form of comfort or solace in him.

“Im not letting you go, Love, you’re okay,” he keeps mumbling more to himself than to me, and i feel bandages begin to be wrapped around my arm, the material sticking to the disinfectant cream already applied there.

His hands move to grab my things and he lifts me off the counter, effortlessly carrying me to our bed and setting me down softly. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into his arms, stroking through my hair with gentle fingertips.

His hands aren’t cold or warm, simply comforting, his breath’s synchronise with mine and my cheeks are stained with tears. My body finally begins to relax as i cling to him, not wanting to let go.

“I love you,” he whispers, and i cant help but take his free hand in mine and fall asleep with our fingers intertwined.

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I hope that this is okay, i wont usually write stuff like this, I prefer one shots and fluff but i just needed this.

Remember, you are worth life and your life is worth living, even if it doesn’t feel like it now, you will find your place eventually. There are always options, it might seem impossible but you can get through this <3

See you in the next one :D