Turn love into a vampire RNN,Can you guys imagine dying of old age and having to change diapers by xanthus.THINK ABOUT THAT NOW wouldn't it be soo much if we turned though??😊
Almost everyone on saquverse are dealing with eldritch horror, cults, and supernatural shit, but for Kayson the worst that could happen to him is Prefect making him watch a horror movie.
I followed his patreon for a while (for announcement, no money involved) and it just notified my email that he will be taking a break. Since his cat's death, Kimahri, the mascot of crumpets, I subtly noticed the changed of his tone on his previous videos. It was unfortunate that he will be taking a break, but he shouldn't feel guilty for taking some time for himself. I only wish happiness and wellbeing for Zsaku, he is one of my motivations to keep going after all. Until then, we should respect his choice and keep supporting him no matter what. We love you, Zsaku.
Hi!! I have read your yan fics and others! (I am a huge yandere fan ngl lmao) I would love to request a yandere!Xanthus (I mean he’s technically a yandere) Love tries to escape from him, due to how protective possessive he becomes. It takes a lot of courage, they somehow did escape from Xanny and his mansion. Of course he went into predator/yan mode.😭
Risk
Breathe in. Relax your arms and let me in.
Xanthus proved that he was inescapable, no matter how you try.
Yandere!Xanthus x reader
Content Warning: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, drugging. Please do not interact if you're uncomfortable with these types of content.
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Three months.
It has been three months since you tasted freedom.
Three months since you packed your belongings and got away from his estate. From him.
You flew somewhere you wish he couldn’t trace. Thousand miles away from him. Never to return.
The first time you walked into your own place in another city, you felt an indescribable rush. From excitement about the new opportunities you may encounter, and from the fact that it won’t take long until the carfentanil loses its effect on him. Few days from now, he’ll start tracking you down again. You hoped that there would be warning signs before it was too late.
As the days passed by, there was no sign from him. You tried to sense what he felt, hoping that it would give you a glimpse of what he’s up to, but all you felt was nothing. You figured out that he finally gave up, and accepted that he lost you for good.
Slowly, you began to settle, experience new hobbies, meet new friends, and even found love.
It was a mundane Monday.
You got off work at the same time, too tired to wander around the city and checked the newly opened cafe with your friends. All you wanted was to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend, Luke. Your relationship with him was new— fresh. It was still in the honeymoon stage, but it was better than what you had with Xanthus.
As you drove home, you recalled your conversation with him and his promise to pamper you tonight. You couldn’t help but feel excited. Too excited.
Parking your car, you almost skipped on your way home. The anticipation of your reunion with your lover made you feel giddy.
You pushed the door open. Your breath hitched as you finally saw him.
“Good evening, love. I made you dinner.”
You felt your blood drain from your body as you saw the man who tormented every aspect of your life. The man that you cursed and hated: Xanthus.
Your eyes never left him. Your feet are stuck to the ground. The horror that you felt increased every second as you realized that he’s right here with you— in front of you. Xanthus found you.
“I was waiting for your return. Came here hours ago, I figured you’re still working, so I decided to spend my time preparing for your return,” he muttered, sitting on your chair as if this place was also his.
“And then this guy broke into your apartment. Told me that he's your boyfriend. The gall,” his scoff was filled with disgust. He continued to walk around your apartment, admiring every trinket and souvenir you acquired during your time without him.
Your eyes never left him. You were frozen like a scared goat. The comparison was not too far. Tonight, you are his prey.
Xanthus paused at the framed picture of you and the man whom he was pertaining to. You could feel his envy. Cold and fervent. His eyes darkened as he turned to you, “Ah, so he does know you,” followed by a sharp click of his tongue.
“What did you do?” words spilled from your mouth too quickly, even you did not expect that you’d be able to talk while in a state of disbelief.
His eyes never left you, unwavering and intense, “I got rid of him.”
Your body froze, you could feel your heart stop at his revelation, “W-What?”
Xanthus spoke once again, “I got rid of him.” The nonchalance of his statement made your heart drop.
Before he could continue, your palm flew to his cheek, the sharp slap catching him off guard.
“You never change do you—”
You gripped his collar, “Where is he, Xanthus? Where is Luke?” your voice half plea, half fury. You prayed to every god that he was still alive and breathing. But knowing Xanthus, you know that it’s almost impossible. “Tell me you didn’t hurt him. Tell me he’s still alive. Please!”
Xanthus’ lips slowly formed a grin.
You felt your knees buckle, bile rising from your stomach as you imagined your lover’s fate in the hands of a beast like him. Tears fell down your cheeks, the pain from knowing consuming your body.
It was over.
You lost.
The life that you managed to build without him, your lover, and the freedom that you dreamt of— all gone. Sobs raked your body as you fell on the floor, hard ground hitting your knees. Your hand on your chest as if trying to hold all the ache.
Xanthus looked at your form, eyes softening as he saw how defeated and devastated you are. The feeling of satisfaction that you once sensed from him has now been replaced with pity. “Love,” he knelt beside you as if trying to provide comfort.
His arms wrapped around you gently. You almost threw up.
“Don’t touch me,” you snarled, “Don’t you dare lay your hands on me, you monster!”
He flinched as those words left your mouth with pure repulsion and loathing.
Your heart continued to break, cries morphed into wails, grieving what you could’ve been and would’ve been. Xanthus watched you shatter in front of him. He did not like seeing you in pain.
“Hush now, love, I’m here. Let me ease your pain,” his voice was sickeningly gentle. It does not fit him at all.
You tried to push him away, but he only persisted through the kicks and punches. He held you close, one hand wrapped around both wrists to prevent you from thrashing around, “I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry. I just wanted the best for you. Please don’t cry.”
You cried harder in an attempt to drown his voice, wishing that it was just a nightmare and you’d wake up to see him gone.
A sharp pain in your arms distracted you from his hold. You turned to see the source of pain, only to see a syringe filled with a certain substance.
“Xanthus? What are you…?” your voice slurred, eyes feeling heavy, you felt your body go limp in his arms.
Before your vision faded, you could see his soft smile as he stared down at you. “There there, love. Don’t fight it. Once you wake up, we’ll be back home.”
Rage, disgust, and horror were all you felt. Using your last strength, you tried to resist, keeping yourself awake despite it all. “Fuck… you…” You muttered.
Xanthus watched as you finally closed your eyes, admiring how soft you can be. His hands caressed your cheek, letting out a sigh as he felt you again. As he carried you, his mind thought of possibilities, thinking of how he’d treat you, love you, and deal with you.
