#flezai fics

Xanthus Claiborne x Dontis

Xanthus saved Dontis and the mythic creatures, but he didn’t do it for free or out of the kindness of his heart.

The year is 1938;

it has been two years since Xanthus saved Dontis from those orthodox family mythic collectors. Dontis remembered it all too well—being caged in the underground dark with no food or water, held captive along with other poor mythical creatures. He had watched others come and go, learning about their fates from the distant murmurs of the hunters. He could still hear the desperate cries of the other mythics echoing in the damp air. Whenever that family came down to check on them, they wore sickening grins, looking at them like they were wild animals trapped in a zoo. Dontis had truly believed it was the end of his life. Honestly, he was just tired of surviving and constantly running away from hunters anyway.

But then, a mysterious blonde man wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit ventured into the underground.

Dontis woke from his nap, blinking in confusion as he realized this stranger was freeing everyone. His eyes widened in absolute amazement as the man easily broke the heavy iron cages as if they were made of paper.

"Everyone!" the man yelled, his voice echoing off the stone walls. All the mythical creatures stared at him in sheer surprise. “I have freed all of you. Now, each one of you is in my debt. If I ever need you, you must listen and do exactly what I command,” the man said, his tone chilling enough to make Dontis's skin shiver.

Dontis was caged in the furthest corner of the underground, he was the last one to have his cage broken. When he finally got a clear look at the man's face, he froze, completely speechless. The stranger had blood smeared across his face, sharp fangs bared, and sinister crimson eyes. Dontis knew immediately—this man was a vampire.

"Hey, do you even hear me?" the blonde man asked, irritation flashing in his eyes.

Dontis stuttered, trying to clear his dry throat. "I—I apologize… I just got—"

"Listen to me," the man interrupted, his voice dropping into that determined, freezing tone once more. "After I have used my strength and agility to be heroic and free you, you are in my debt. If I should ever need anything, you must heed my call, or I will send death in my wake."

And just like that, the mythical creatures escaped the damned hellhole. Xanthus and Dontis were the last ones to make it out into the night air.

"Ha..." Dontis breathed, completely out of breath. He looked up at the vampire. Fresh blood was smeared on the man's fangs and across his cheek. He looked devastatingly attractive… he looked even more attractive when he had ripped apart the hunters who dared to attack them moments ago.

Wiping the blood from his mouth and hands, the vampire looked at him. "Care to say your name?"

Dontis cleared his throat before speaking. "Dontis… my name is Dontis. I'm an incubus."

The man hummed. "Dontis, hm? Well, my name is Xanthus. A seventeenth-century Claiborne," Xanthus introduced himself with a mockingly grave bow.

"Thank you… thank you for saving my life and the others. I'll do whatever you command." Dontis felt a sudden, strange warmth blooming in his chest.

"As you should. Now go on. We will meet again, Dontis."

With a blur of movement, Xanthus vanished, scaling the nearby buildings with effortless ease just as the sunset began to settle over London. His incredible speed and strength left Dontis completely amazed as he finally turned to run into the night, never looking back.

Maybe Xanthus would make his life better.

Xanthus Claiborne and Yandere Boy Vincent

Vincent goes out for a drink on his night off, only to encounter a mysterious man he recognizes from a few nights prior.

warning!: Gore blood, and blood!

The night in Kensington, London, was foggy and cold. People walking the streets were entirely preoccupied with the heavy burdens of their everyday lives. Around them, Kensington’s nightlife was wide open, catering to the crowds drifting in and out of the bars and clubs.

Vincent walked down the busy, noisy streets, enjoying his night off. It was a shame he hadn't been able to see his lovely co-worker this morning, but he would see them tomorrow. He wouldn't stop pursuing them until they finally realized he was into them. How many times had he tried to make a move by now? Five or six? He couldn’t quite recall.

Working as a Jollibee employee had sucked at first, especially since this was his first time living in a completely different city away from his hometown. He had been forced to move after he badly injured a high school student who dared to talk to his old crush. But his new coworker was so much better than his crush from high school anyway.

Tonight, Vincent wanted to drown his thoughts in a drink at one of the local nightclubs. His mind was constantly plagued by his coworker. Gosh, that person made him feel so much less empty inside. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he knew for a fact they were the one he desperately needed.

Spotting a decent-looking club with a massive crowd flowing through the doors, Vincent decided to try his luck. He flashed his ID to the bouncer, who let him pass into the swarming mass of drunken, dancing bodies. Ignoring everyone, he cut through the crowd to the bar and took a seat on a stool. A cocktail sounded nice.

A few minutes later, his drink was served. He took a heavy sip. Gosh, it’s strong, he thought, realizing it had been a while since his last drink.

As he sat there minding his own business, his thoughts automatically drifted right back to his coworker. It was always them, wasn't it? He remembered following them home recently, completely unbeknownst to them. He just wanted to make sure they got home safe and sound. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

He remembered them walking down a dark alleyway. He had been completely ready to go after them and finally confess his love—he simply couldn’t handle these intense feelings anymore. But then, a mysterious blonde man had stepped out of nowhere, completely blocking his path. The stranger had given him a death glare that Vincent could still see when he closed his eyes. The sheer aura of that man had paralyzed him; Vincent had been frozen in fear, unable to speak or move as he watched the blonde stranger approach his lovely coworker.

His instincts had screamed at him to go after the man and stop him from doing something awful to them, but raw terror had locked his limbs. He had eventually walked away, desperately hoping his coworker would be fine. When he checked the news later, there were no reports of missing person, so they were safe, he hopped.

Vincent gripped his glass tightly, anger flaring in his chest. He couldn’t believe he had just let that mysterious blonde man walk away. He wondered where the hell that guy was now. He wanted to confront him, to demand answers, and ask how he knew them.

Jealousy and rage quickly boiled over. Vincent slammed his cash onto the counter and stormed out of the club. Goddammit, where is he? He needed to find that man.

Vincent stormed down into a quiet, pitch-black park, his mind racing as he tried to visualize the man's face. The blonde hair, the elegant coat, and those odd, piercing red eyes... what else—

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Vincent whipped around, his eyes widening in pure shock. It was him. The exact man he was looking for. Did this guy somehow know he was tracking him?

Vincent spoke up, his voice shaking slightly. “You’re… you’re the guy who blocked my path and gave me that death glare three days ago, aren't you?”

Xanthus smirked, casually keeping his hands resting in the pockets of his gray coat. “Why, yes, it is me. I do apologize if I gave you an unpleasant look. Though, following someone without their knowledge is quite distasteful, don’t you think?”

Xanthus stepped closer. Vincent instinctively backed away. Even from a distance, Xanthus could clearly hear the frantic pounding of the human's heart.

“Who the hell are you? And what did you do to my coworker?!” Vincent yelled, his rage briefly overriding his common sense.

Xanthus let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Relax. I can hear your heartbeat, and it’s telling me you are absolutely terrified of me.”

Xanthus's tone was freezing, his sinister crimson eyes piercing right through Vincent's soul. Vincent's heart stopped. How?! It’s impossible! No human can hear a heartbeat!

“Ho—how do you know that?! No one can hear someone’s heartbeat!” Vincent glared, but the familiar terror from three nights ago was rapidly sinking its claws back into him. What is he? This man definitely isn't human... and that realization frightened him to his core.

“If I tell you what I am, it will ruin the fun, and the game will become quite boring,” Xanthus spoke, his voice carrying a quiet, lethal threat as he closed the distance between them.

“Stop it! Stay away from me! Answer my question about my coworker! What did you do to them?!” Vincent screamed.

Xanthus huffed, his patience wearing thin at the mortal's annoying shouting. “I only gave them sweet company. I made them give in and submit to me. I seduced them... and they thoroughly enjoyed it.” Xanthus's smirk widened.

Hearing those words made Vincent's jealousy completely explode. “What? Seduce them?! You freak! You absolute freak!”

Vincent swung a wild punch straight at Xanthus’s face, but the vampire moved with supernatural speed, effortlessly dodging the blow. Vincent gasped as Xanthus instantly caught his fist in a vice grip, squeezing the bones like he was about to crush them into dust.

Vincent yelped in sheer agony. What kind of strength is this?!

“Try to fight me, and I guarantee you will not win,” Xanthus warned, his tone dripping with lethal intent. He squeezed harder, eliciting a loud scream from Vincent, though the sound died out in the empty, silent park.

Xanthus abruptly released his grip, instantly driving a brutal punch directly into Vincent's stomach. The air knocked completely out of him, Vincent collapsed onto the freezing ground, his vision swimming as he began to lose consciousness. The raw, supernatural strength was horrifying. He looked up, watching the man's eyes glow a deeper, more monstrous shade of crimson. A demon...

Xanthus reached down, wrapping his pale fingers around Vincent's neck and lifting him completely off the ground with a single hand. As Vincent choked and clawed at his throat, Xanthus merely stared up at him with a wide, twisted grin. He threw Vincent back down, letting him crash heavily onto the earth. Vincent coughed violently, feeling the sharp sting of Xanthus’s razor-like nails dragging across his skin, leaving a trail of fresh blood dripping down his neck.

“You…. You…” Vincent wheezed, entirely helpless. He tried to crawl away on the grass, desperate to escape, but the sound of Xanthus’s low chuckling followed right behind him. The vampire was visibly enjoying every single second of the hunt.

“Look at you. A helpless, weak little human,”

Xanthus cooed mockingly. “My Love doesn’t deserve to be bothered by a disgusting creature like you.”

Xanthus brought his boot down hard onto Vincent's leg. A sickening crack echoed through the night air, and Vincent screamed in agony as his bone shattered beneath the weight.

“Lov—love? That’s what you call them?!” Vincent choked out, staring up at Xanthus with bloodshot, desperate eyes.

Xanthus delivered a swift kick straight to his face, purposely striking hard enough to break his nose but gentle enough to keep him awake.

“They belong to me. Not to you,” Xanthus murmured darkly. “Their blood… their heartbeat… I will do absolutely anything to protect what is mine. And so...”

Xanthus crouched down, his movements a blur of terrifying, monstrous power as he cleanly ripped Vincent’s head from his shoulders. Blood splattered across the grass.

“I thoroughly enjoyed this delightful talk Vincent,”

Xanthus whispered to the silence.

He tossed the severed head aside, listening closely to the quiet night air to ensure no one was approaching. He glanced back down at the ruined remains one last time, a cold, protective smile gracing his features.

“Don’t worry, my Love... he’s never going to bother you again.”

A short fiction following Love, who is forced to feel the agonizing absence of Xanthus after his passing.

Xanthus x Love

Love, who lives all alone in Xanthus’s estate after his death. The broken bond forces them to feel every inch of the pain and grief, until they can't even handle the feelings anymore.

Love, who has taken over Xanthus’s art gallery. All of his properties are now owned by them, but it’s not easy. They don’t have an eye for art yet, they do their best running the gallery, studying the arts and crafts. They aren't just doing this to maintain the gallery, but to show their love and devotion towards Xanthus.

Love, who tries to make Xanthus’s mansion look as lively as possible. They plant a bunch of beautiful flowers in the garden that represent Xanthus’s personality. They try to add more lighting around the land, just so they don't feel even more depressed.

Love, who wanders around the Grandivino Gallery, staring at the painting—the exact same painting that Xanthus showed them when Love first visited him. It’s been a long time since that happened. The early days with Xanthus are what Love misses the most; there are no Trimedian, it’s just two bonded partners who were very curious about each other.

Love, who can’t sleep every night. How can they? They’ve gotten too used to having Xanthus holding them close, whispering a good night, giving them a kiss and sweet words to their ear, promising that he will protect them. It feels too cold to sleep without Xanthus’s warmth.