Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Fiance x F. Lady

(Y/n) had been sold to another country. A tool for her father to get into their king's good graces, she was sent away under the guise of marriage. At the time of the engagement ceremony, she was the only one that showed up. None of her family members cared near enough about her to join and the side for her husband was empty as well. There was no mother-in-law or other relatives waiting to welcome her to the family. Her husband-to-be hadn't shown himself either, but she was grateful, in some ways. After all, he was titled the "man-eating conqueror of Khotyx".

The son of a warrior family, it was said he was so blood-thirsty, he voluntarily went to the front lines of every battle. Among the countless rumors surrounding him, the one she feared the most was that he was particularly fond of eating human flesh. She remembered hearing other ladies in her country talking about how he had shoved his hand into an opposing general's chest and pulled out his heart before devouring it. There was also a claim that he loved nothing more than eating young women whole.

For many days and nights, she stayed within her room, hoping not to be eaten. Perhaps, she thought, if he were to forget about her, she could stay alive long enough to be saved by her father. Surely, the man who had once called her nothing more than a pest would realize that he truly loved her, his only child. However, after a month, she received a letter notifying her that, if she didn't give birth to the male's heir within a year, she would never be able to return to her homeland. Hoping that meant, if she followed that stipulation, she would finally receive her father's love, she stood in front of the man she was to call her husband.

. . .

(Y/n) fiddled with her thumbs as she waited in the garden. She had seated herself on the edge of the fountain, legs dipped into the cool water to relieve her of some of the desert's scorching heat. Though her nerves hadn't settled, she continued to wait, gazing at her reflection in the surface of the water. Touching her face nervously, she frowned. Would her appearance be pleasing to her soon-to-be husband? A flutter of fear welled up within her, practically bursting into flames when one of her maids began to tremble.

"W-We should go back, my lady," the woman stuttered, holding her hands nervously to her mouth while looking left and right for any sign of the man, "It would be much safer inside. To meet him..."

The younger girl remained quiet, trying to focus on the ripples in the water. With a worried face, she looked up, hearing the chatter from afar. He had returned. Knowing she would be too nervous to stand, lest her legs give out from under her, she remained seated, hearing the sound of armor. Flinching, she straightened her posture before taking a deep breath. Her maid panicking and near fleeing didn't help her nerves. Instead, (Y/n) gazed up shyly, eyes trembled, as she laid her eyes on the man.

He was just as stunning as he had been the first time she had ever laid eyes on him. With a big figure, he was broad, every inch of his body thoroughly trained to compete in the harsh environment of war. The warrior family heir had gorgeous black hair and green eyes, matching well with his armor. It was hard to wear much protective gear when it was so hot, so he only had it on essential spots, such as his chest or on his left biceps. He typically wore thick pants to keep the sand out and a thin shirt to protect him from the sun, always accompanied with the massive broadsword on his back. She'd never been able to even lift it, let alone hold it or swing it.

"Wife," he grumbled, holding his head up high with narrowed eyes and a rigid posture, "How dare you come into the garden without permission. You don't belong here."

Translation: Wifey, I just came back, but you're here instead of at the gates...I had to wait another thirty seconds just to see you. Next time, I should just take you with me.

"Duran...W-Welcome home!" the girl managed to work out, hoping her greeting pleased him, "I-Is that good? M-Maybe?"

"I always feel sick when I'm around you."