#zsakuva xanthus claiborne

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

✧·˚what happens when xanthus turns you but you never wanted to be turned in the first place?

“what have you done to me?”

your eyes hurt with the bright lights that didn’t seem so bright moments ago, but then again you could barely feel your body moments ago, then all of a sudden you felt your once numb body feel so intensely that it was painful.

you lock your eyes with xanthus, his lips and fangs smeared with blood that you can tell if it’s yours or his, deep down you know it’s a mixture of both. you don’t want to accept that though, you don’t want to accept the reality of you being turned and now stuck as an immortal being.

“what did you do? what have i become?” you look down at your hands, they have a paler complexion that frightens you.

xanthus moves cautiously as if to not spook you, almost as if you’re a skittish baby deer that’ll bolt at any second.

“love, i had no choice—” his voice is soft as he cautiously reaches out to you, only for you to pull back almost immediately.

“how could you? you should’ve just let me die.”

“no!” he doesn’t mean to shout at you and he certainly doesn’t mean for you to flinch at his tone. “…no love please understand.”

“you’ve doomed me to an eternity of a life i do not want to live.”

“you don’t mean that, you’re confused.”

tears freely flow down your face as you come to terms with your situation. stuck as a vampire for the rest of your time on this earth, forced to drink the blood of the living, the thought of it almost makes you hurl.

you seek xanthus’ comfort but he was the cause of all this distress, but you feel beyond conflicted and these emotions are only intensified with this new you.

“i need you to be away from me.”

“i’m not leaving you love.” xanthus only backs away from you but his eyes never leave your figure.

it’s silent for undisclosed amount of time until you speak up.

“…i’m hungry.” you sniffle. “i don’t want to be hungry.” a hiccup. “i’m scared.”

xanthus moves close to you and gets down to your level.

“i’m right here love, i can find you something to eat okay?”

“i don’t want to drink blood.” you cry out through tears. “i’m not a vampire, i’m a human.”

xanthus’ crimson eyes are filled with empathy for you as he recalls feeling the same way when he was first turned. he does his best to comfort you by pulling you into an embrace.

“i know love, i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.” he pets your hair as you cry into his arms.

you hate how comforting his embrace is and how it puts you at ease, like your body recognizes him. you want to be mad and scream and shout at him for doing this to you but you just can’t bring yourself to do so.

“you’re not going to go through this alone love, i will stay with you forever i promise.” he holds onto you tightly. “i love you, i don’t need a bond to tell me that.”

the bond. you had almost completely forgotten about the bond and then it suddenly hits you, xanthus had felt your death and had to push through the pain and emotions to turn you. he’s grieving you as much as you’re grieving yourself.

you look up at him and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace that he returns with a passion.

“i’m sorry love, i understand if you don’t forgive me.” xanthus can feel his own tears prick his eyes, but he does his best to stay strong for you.

“if there was any other way i would’ve tried it i swear, i never wanted this for you my love. i just couldn’t let you slip through my fingers like this, i’m sorry.”

you’re scared and your whole body seems to be shaking with sobs or hunger, but you can’t really tell what it’s from and some how that scares you more.

“just please don’t leave me.”

your silence scares xanthus more than he’d care to admit.

“okay.”

i feel like i have too many xanthus posts but i just can’t help myself with vampire tropes man😔

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[thea1chemy]

not true actually

[belladonnadawn]

Andrew and Kayson getting shelved Xanthus somewhere getting jumped Dontis bolting after his situationship Elias trauma bonding with listener Leigh about to get HR violations Zaros still recovering after the debate

He had ONE chance

Welcome back! 🎉

[baked-mango]

This is all the Zsakuva main boys and how I feel about them. They're also drawn as chibis and it's super cute and I'm never changing my opinion and I wanna know if y'all would change where everyone is. <3333

This took me all day, i love this fandom

#bringbackyandereboypleasesakuIactuallylikehim

[v1nc333311111]

So maybe I’m going a bit crazy..!

Need to revisit him, but ik y’all love him so this is 4 you!! But anyways this is also inspired by this quote lol.

Reminded me of Xanthus and Love, but also Elias too, so Elias next possibly..? 😛 (But two posts in a row? Go me!)

[puxaagam]

OLD DRAWINGS! OLD! VERY OLD!

i don't...i...i don't...draw like this anymore...i swear 😭

(btw the dates are in dd/mm/yyyy order)

Okay so, i still have more drawings from 2022 because i was literally obsessed with the sakuverse (and it helped me go through a very shitty time 🩷) , but i want to keep what little dignity i have left after posting this. If you couldn't tell, i hate to post art that i don't deem perfect but whatever. I did not spend all of 2022 without friends and drawing like crazy just so no one could see it. Don't laugh (or I'm gonna cry /jk)

And because i hate the idea of those things being the only drawings of mine you see today, here's a recent (? doodle of a much more older, crankier and grumpier Isaac.

(that old man has seen some shit 🏃‍♀️)

[grapesrsogood]

Im bored so here is one head cannon for every character I’ve listened to ( ¯ □ ¯ )

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- Xanthus enjoys playing the piano for Love whilst they’re reading.

- Andrew can’t tell the difference between AI and real videos/images.

- Dontis decided to try out TikTok to attempt to “connect with the younger generations of human” and accidentally has an (extremely blurry and with an even more confused Dontis) image posted of himself with no tags and the song About Damn Time by Lizzo playing in the background.

- Issac secretly watches 40 min long cat videos before going to bed, he refuses to let anybody find out, but in his defense its only because if he didnt end the day with funny cat videos, the horrors of his job and responsibilities that weigh on him would cause him to not be able to sleep. He’s tried things like CBD and relaxants but its just made him more anxious at the thought of intruders. (Sorry about making this kinda sad i just love Issac and i ignore him way too much).

- Elias’s favourite colour was pink when he was younger, but he got weird looks from his dads colleagues when he wore it so he decided to lie and say his favourite colour was blue instead.

- Asirel has an issue with rolling his eyes, whenever somebody talks to him, he rolls his eyes, if somebody knocks on his door, he rolls his eyes, etc. It’s a huge problem that he’s had his whole life and he cant go a day without rolling his eyes.

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No, i haven’t watched any of the others…

Im a very picky listener okay

Anyways, is this worth a taglist? Idk, pls let me know if you want to be tagged in things like this too or just the longer fics :3

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[claiestve]

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how we feelin y’all

[zsakuva]

Hope you're having a good day.

1. Which one of them is the worst to argue with?

2. Who's the most patient?

Thank you!

It depends on what you define as 'worst'. Luca would be the worst because he'd want to defuse it and won't give the argument the weight it should, Zaros would point out any hypocrisy to counter everything, and Xanthus would think he knows better because he's likely the older one.

Dontis and Asirel are the most patient.

[norabugz]

Sakuverse characters + their 3 favourite kisses!

ft. Xanthus, Isaac, Zaros

XANTHUS

CW: blood, biting, other vampire stuff, low-key yandere coded in the first drabble, mentions of kitchen accidents with knives lol.

Kisses after a bite

The pain was almost comforting now, the sharp sting as xanthus' canines pierced your skin, the pulsing heartbeat that thrums against the wound with every suck and lick, and the loss of blood and intimate moment making your legs feel weak and wobbly.

It was always the same, xanthus' hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you standing or comfortingly rubbing in soothing circles. A small whine would leave your lips as your bloodless state worsened with time, a hiss leaving xanthus' bloody red lips as he pulled away despite how every primal instinct pleaded with him to bleed you dry.

"alright love, I hear you..." He would hum, arms wrapping around your swaying body, lifting you up effortlessly- if you could think in this state you would make a quip about how he was strong for an 'old man's.

"let's get you laid down, hm?" You could only whine in response, nestling into the crook of his neck, the intoxicating, all encompassing scent overwhelming your senses and before you know it, you are gently placed against a soft mattress and even softer sheets as xanthus climbs in next to you.

Laid by your side, xanthus' lips meet your neck once more. The tenderness of your flesh, soothed by soft feather-light pecks.

"sleep love... I'll be here when you wake up. I always will be."

Kiss on the back of the hand

Learning about old, vintage gadgets was probably your favourite thing to do while you lived inside the old manor. Gramophones, old box cameras, quills and ink pots.

So that's where you found yourself now, sitting on the sofa of the... drawing room? Or at least that's what you think xanthus called it, listening to the record spin on the base of the gramophone, the music echoing against the gold funnel and flooding the large expanse of the room.

The record you decided to spin was vintage too, and shockingly well preserved, the idea of xanthus going to a record store in the 1910s and picking out vinyl was an amusing thought that pulled a chuckle out of you... Maybe he has someone to do that for him?

"What's so funny my love?" A soft affectionate teasing voice came from behind you, the sudden intrusion making your heart jump.

His footsteps thumped against the old oak floors towards your sitting frame, reaching for your hand that laid limp on your lap. Slender fingers and manicured nails, that were so nice you were convinced xanthus got secret mani-pedis, grasped your palms, raising your hand to his lips.

He looked up through his eyelashes at you, the smirk on his lips ever present as he placed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

"nothing, nothing's funny..."

Kisses on the forehead

Xanthus didn't need to eat, but that didn't mean he couldn't cook. After living through multiple centuries and having gone to multiple countries where food, spice and flavour were integral parts of the culture. Xanthus could confidently say he was a good cook.

You did need to eat, but that didn't mean you could cook. Your small kitchen cupboards had been filled of pot noodles, microwave dinners and cereal bars.

So that's how you found yourself, standing in the kitchen chopping vegetables with excessive care, the battle scars that littered your palms and fingers evidence of your previous defeats in the kitchen.

"Careful love, keep chopping like that and I'll have to sew your finger back onto your hand." Xanthus laughed, coming up behind you and caging you between the marble counter and his chest.

"oh ye of little faith..." You scoffed jokingly, smiling as his arms wrapped around your waist, swaying side to side.

"y'know you pressing yourself into my back isn't helping me with not severing my finger."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hairline, "sorry m'love, you're doing great".

ISAAC

CW: overworking, sleep deprivation, night terrors due to pickles past prior to meeting Isaac, mentions parental death.

Sleepy kisses

Isaac and you had been running on empty for almost 4 hours now, case files and empty and cold mugs of coffee strewn across the desk. The pounding in your head worsened the more you looked at the printed letters on those pages.

You looked up to the man who sat opposite you, his head laid on the palm of his hand, his hair pushed back revealing his furrowed brow as his eyes scanned the same paragraph over and over and over again, his scribbled writing now looked ineligible, a puzzle you and him would no doubt need to decide tomorrow.

"Isaac..." You called out, voice breathy and quiet, but the man did not stir from whatever trance this case had put on him.

"isaaaaacccc~" you dragged his name out now, but the man remained the same, the words seeming to bounce right back. You began to wonder if he was sleeping with his eyes open.

You stood up from the sofa chair you were sat in, walking round the desk and standing beside Isaac, your hand cupping his cheek and moving his face towards you.

"pickle? What are you doin- hmph-" his questioning was cut short by a soft peck to his lips, you began to pull away, pleased that you had gotten his attention, but a strong hand held the back of your head pulling you back in.

This kiss was longer, sloppier and more sensual, Isaac's tense body seemed to melt, before he finally pulled away with a soft sigh.

"I don't think we're going to get any more done tonight, bed sounds nice... Don't you think?"

Kissing tears away

Another nightmare caused you to wake up with a scream. Flashes of gangs, knives, guns, the dirty street, your hands covered in blood cycles through your mind again and again even in your subconscious. This was the fifth night in a row, and you were so so frustrated.

Not only for yourself, but for the fact that your restlessness was keeping Isaac awake too. Nights of well earned sleep being wasted on holding your quivering body.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, sweat beaded forehead and shaking hands clutching at Isaac's sleep shirt.

"shh pickle- I know, I know" he hummed, hand rubbing up and down your back, the gun he had instinctively grabbed upon hearing your screams discarded on the bed side table.

Soft sobs slowed down, his soft lips kissing away at your wet cheeks, the comforting pressure slowing your heart down.

"m'sorry Isaac, I'm so sorry sorry"

"there's nothing to be sorry about pickle, I'm here..."

Kiss on the cheek

Spring was your favourite season, the frozen ground began to sprout colourful flowers and the trees began to wear new green leaves.

The garden of the manor was huge, the headstones of Isaac's parents tucked behind a large oak tree. You had bought some fake flowers to adorn the graves throughout the winter, but now the earth was supple, you decided that you wanted to redecorate.

Isaac and you both wrapped yourselves in jackets, the winter frost still lingered in the air despite the golden sun of spring, and hand in hand you walked towards the oak tree.

Isaac watched as you knelt, nimble hands working away, the bouquet of daffodils, tulips and primroses swapping for the fake bouquet.

After a few minutes you stood back up looking triumphant.

You're smile was blinding as you leaned towards him and kissed his cheek, "do you want to have a moment alone with them?"

"Mom would've liked your flower selection... You have good taste"

ZAROS

"please... I'll uh- walk you back inside"

CW: Mentions of knife fights and injuries, brief description of wounds, arguments.

Kisses to scars

A small scar had adorned your eyebrow since your teens. A swordsmanship training session with zaros ending with a deep jagged wound that narrowly missed your eye, and safe to say it could've been much much worse.

Zaros' guilt was immediate as soon as the sight of your bloody face registered in his mind. You remembered how tender he held your hand as the healer weaved a needle and thread through your skin to seal the cut.

Zaros didn't notice the small scar once he returned after many years away at first. You'd grown so much, your hair now sat differently, your smile didn't reach your eyes anymore and your eyes now were clouded over with disinterest, the childlike wonder now absent, the small blemish didn't make him take any notice.

But now he was up close, perched next to your sitting form that sat under the shade of a tree in the palace garden, did he notice.

His hand cupped your face, thumb rubbing tenderly at the scar,

"It's still there" he whispered softly, if he was any quieter he feared that the sound of his worst would be whisked away with the spring breeze.

Soft lips connected with your skin, your eyes flew open as you laughed.

"Hmmm, yes, it seems that time doesn't always heal all wounds..." You sighed, eyes closing at the comforting sensation.

"What are you doing? Trying to kiss it better?"

"There's no harm in trying my Earis"

Kisses in secret

You were, for lack of a better word, annoyed. Zaros had managed to persuade you to sneak into the palace kitchens and attempt to steal some baked treats for a midnight snack.

All was going well, you and hin had shoved cakes, scones, biscuits and tarts into your own respective satchels when the sound of heels clicking on tiled flooring interrupred your quiet, mischievous laughter.

And now you found yourself in a predicament, you and zaros crammed into the cupboard. You used to fit in here together just fine, but the boy you once knew had grown into a man, a rather lanky man...

The amalgamation of limbs you found yourselves contorted into would definitely cause scandal if anyone saw you in here, no longer could you blame youthful troublemaking, the heir to the throne and their competitor hiding in a pantry from the head kitchen maid. What a ridiculous, scandalous notion.

You felt his breath fan your face, the smell of sandalwood and fresh citrus from his cologne and how his arms wrapped around your torso. Did his lips always look so appealing...?

The sensation of the soft caress of your lips registered before you even had time to think. It was like your bodies yearned for eachother, the gravitational force pulling you together despite how hard you both fought to resist it.

You both melted into each other, the soft clicking of heels had long since faded away, the coast was clear... So why did you not want it to end?

Breathless zaros pulled back. "My Earis, I believe we have desserts to eat..."

Kisses of apologies

The sound of pounding feet on marble floors was what you were expecting. You sat at your desk in your chambers, a gas lamp lighting the strewn paper and pen in hand as you scribbled away at your notes, giving approval to various marriages amongst the nobles or accepting invitations to a lord's dinner party.

The heavy door opened in a fashion you didn't know was possible. It was an old, thick, heavy, oak door and somehow Zaros had managed to throw it open with force similar to something inhuman.

"Why would you do that?."

You were expecting yelling, screaming, maybe a vase would be thrown too, Zaros always used to be melodramatic.

But the calmness to his tone was unnerving. The seething was practically radiating from his face. You began to stand up from your desk, dropping the pen onto the table.

"Listen-"

"Don't come any closer" he uttered bitterly, "just- why would you do that? I-I trusted you."

A sigh left your lips as you halted where you stood, hands falling to your waist

"if you are to win this tournament and be king you must learn difficult lessons Zaros... That includes learning not to trust anyone, even those closest to you."

The furrow between his brow dropped, his hands relaxing from the tense fists he matched in with.

"I just..."

"It was cruel... I know" You whispered softly, taking his relaxed stance as an invitation to walk closer. Your hand grabbed at his forearm, softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A soft kiss landed on his cheek, then his nose and finally his lips.

"I hope you can forgive me Zaros.."

[aestheticpearl]

why are you awake this late?

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: i actually made this at 3 am cause i couldn’t sleep lol (edit: i had to fix kayson’s cause there was an ERROR)

.love always <3 pearl

.texts masterlist

[thea1chemy]

I LOVE THEM ALL (these are the only ones in my camera roll)

[lemonieeatelier]

This is very scuffed 🧍🏻‍♀️

I hope everyone enjoyed this & thanks for watching.

[belladonnadawn]

Merry Christmas!

I hope all our wishes come true 😌

[baked-mango]

This is them drawn from my memory only

And my pookie bookie bear

I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE KINDA CLOSE

slayed

[literary-motif]

love starts growing excessively clingy and dependent on xanthus, following him everywhere he goes and not wanting to ever leave his side (╥﹏╥)

My sincerest apologies a) for the long wait and b) because this is not exactly what you wanted ((co)dependent relationships are tricky to write, I find) and c) because it is embarrassingly short for my standards.

Glue

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

“Where are you going?” you asked, raising your gaze from the excellent food Dontis had prepared to look at Xanthus. He had not joined you at the table, instead continuing to sit on the couch with a book propped open in his lap before he stood, reaching for his coat. 

“Out,” he said, giving you a soft smile. There was no malice in his voice, nor annoyance. It was a joke-answer, deliberately short for comedic effect. But instead of the fond eye roll he expected from you, your face simply fell. He felt the dread creeping through the bond before he could put a name to it. 

“Don’t go,” you answered, catching yourself off guard by exactly how completely you meant it. 

You could not bear the thought of being alone, not with the threat still over all of your heads. Not with the Trimedian still out there, planning, plotting. The thought of Xanthus leaving filled you with such exhausting terror that you were not sure what you would do if he disappeared behind the door. 

That was a bit much to confess, however. 

You cleared your throat, shifting around the pasta. “I’ll miss you if you're not with me,” you tried to joke, averting your gaze. 

Xanthus frowned. It did not take the bond for him to notice something was amiss. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he tried, walking over to the table to place his hands on your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“I’d rather have it done. I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Can I come with you?”

He hesitated. “But you’re eating lunch, Love. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you reassured him, half-heartedly taking another bite. “Nothing, I just— I don’t want you to leave.” You felt him humm against you, his fingers tracing slow circles on your shoulders. It was comforting, feeling him so close to you, knowing you were safe with him. 

Xanthus seemed to catch on, feeling you gradually relax. He shifted to stand beside you so he could look at you properly. “Should I wait until Dontis comes back from his date?” he asked, not without a slight mock in his tone at Dontis’ infatuation with a certain Hunter. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable if you’d rather not stay here alone.”

You considered his offer for a moment. It was not the company you wanted, but him. Still, you supposed, if there was anyone you would feel at ease with now besides Xanthus, it would be Dontis. 

“If I can’t accompany you, then yes,” you answered, watching as Xanthus draped his coat over the back of the chair opposite yours. “That would be nice.”

“Very well then,” he said, walking over to the coffee table briefly to retrieve his book. He sat down in front of you, continuing to read where he left off. His hand reached across the table, taking yours to intertwine your fingers. “I’m not leaving, you know,” he muttered. “I don’t think my heart could take it.”

“Because you love me?”

Xanthus raised his head, looking at you for a long moment. Then he tilted his head, his brow slightly furrowed. ‘Do you even need to ask?’ he seemed to say. ‘Have I not made it clear already how much all of me belongs to you? Have I not shown you, again and again in what high esteem I hold you, how important you are to me, how much I rely on you? Have I not conveyed sufficiently how happy you make me, how my heart flutters when I catch your gaze, how you make me melt? Have you not felt it, how thoroughly I love you?’

“Yes,” he replied. 

That had to suffice.