Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Prisoner x F. Esteemed General

"Three cheers for the general!"

A large roar erupted in the dining hall, soldiers all over saluting the female that sat on the throne. No, she was not any chief, but due to her prowess in battle, she may as well have been the most well-known person in all of the tribe. Even if they valued strength and intelligence above all, none that saw her form would dare dismiss it as a strength of hers. In fact, she was stunningly beautiful, likely one of the ways that she brought up moral. They could gawk at her as much as they would like. As long as they fought bravely and won, she didn't mind.

The (h/c) haired woman chugged down whiskey with a sny giggle. She had crossed her legs across one another, receiving purrs from her men. At their expense, she huffed and shifted herself around just slightly more, putting them on the edge of their seats. Sadistic as she was, teasing others was a great hobby of hers. She simply couldn't get enough of it and her soldiers were the best to try it out on.

The chief stood next to the woman with a pleased look on his face. The man was old but wise he was, and he knew that while the woman was young, she was a genius. Entirely useful to the tribe only increasing in size by the day, she was welcome to sit anywhere she would have liked. He looked on at the celebratory festival happening for her return with her strong and victorious troops.

"Let me call your attention, my people," the chief called, extending his hand to the younger woman to allow her to stand before everyone, "Our triumphant general has returned and granted us a victory over such fertile land! We feast in her honor! And, with your permission..."

The man drew out his words to motion for a young man to step forward. The woman knew him well. He would be the next chief of the tribe, controlling and making important decisions about more than simply war. The male possessed glimmering brown hair and was dressed in a traditional adornment. He gave a smile as he saw the woman before him, bowing by his father's feet before lifting himself up.

"I would like to give you my son as an appreciative gift for your many, many talents. Your rule will be filled with prosperity for all."

The young man held his breath as did everyone else. There was no doubt that (Y/n) was the rarest type of woman to ever exist. Strong and a glorious leader, she was astounding at whatever she strived to do. Although some may have called her cruel for her need to ridicule some of her men, most all agreed on her talents. Anyone would have been thrilled to have her hand.

"I'll have to decline."

The chief's eldest son gave a heartbroken look, still attempting to put on a smile to please her. He then gave a respectful bow to the woman that outranked him and left, leaving her to her drinks. Meanwhile, the chief looked on with confusion. It was normal for a woman of her age to have children, and from her letters, it was clear she did want some of her own. However, to see that she had rejected one of the finest specimens of the tribe was a bit astonishing. One would have expected her to take him up on the offer.

"I'd like a man that will not one day outrank me," the (h/c) haired woman chuckled, taking another sip, "One with...rare eyes like the jewels kings in faraway lands wear. I want this so when I one day take the head of one of them and their crown topples to the ground, I can always be reminded of my conquests through his eyes."

"Then, out of my respect for your incredible deeds, I will find a man just like that."

The woman snickered as she downed her glass of alcohol, wondering if the chief could hold up his end of the bargain. Clearly, she was very picky when it came to men. Even knowing the chief's son since she had first become a soldier didn't make it any harder to reject him. She wholeheartedly believed that the man she wanted was never in her tribe. Otherwise, she would have found him already, and that was not the case.