Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

(Flower Spirits) M. Panacea x F. Herbalist x M. Vine

A/n: A big thanks to @phoren for the idea to do flowers! I took a more literal approach to this one, but I do have an idea to do one more subtly and more open to interpretation. Once more thank you very much! 

When the (h/c) haired girl was younger, an elderly woman from the village used to gather the little ones around the campfire and tell stories. They were always about the mystical and magical, her tales wild and beyond belief. Of the children that listened, she was one of those that scooted as close as possible to hear everything clearly. Perhaps it was because she was curious or perhaps it was because she enjoyed the thought of things different from her boring village life. Either way, every story she was told remained with her throughout the rest of her life.

"They say the dragon never reared his face after that!" the elderly woman chuckled, moving her hands in a dramatic manner, "His anger towards the goddess drove him to the far east where he remains in an underground crystal cave to this very day!"

Children gave looks of awe, many of them wanting to hear more of the story. There was even one in particular that fell flat on their face with their curiosity. (Y/n) chuckled at that, helping the child up back to their original position. Though she missed the days when she could listen so eagerly to stories, she had to face reality. Doing so as a young lady of age would not help her feed herself or her family, and she was not in the mood to get married. Men her age didn't know how to treat her, and for that reason, she worked. That wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy catching a story every now and then, however.

"What about the treasure?!" a child questioned, many others murmuring in agreement.

"The goddess's only child was taken by him!" A gasp from the young children. "He kept the boy to himself and fed off of his heavenly powers! It is even said that because the young boy tried to kill him, he cursed him never to live past the age of 10! Each decade, under the light of the amethyst moon, he is killed and then born anew! The light of the moon echoes his mother's sorrow for her only baby's disappearance. So, if you stay out on that day past midnight, the dragon will take you and feed off of your life force!"

The children started hugging one another, visibly scared of the supposed dragon, and sad for the young baby that was stolen. They looked up at the sky, viewing the moon, and while it was simply a half-moon, they were not relieved. Rather, they seemed to believe the dragon would fly out from behind it and swallow them up in one gup. Screaming, they scattered around, calling for their parents and weeping with fear.

"Goodness gracious, Minerva!" a parent huffed, glaring at the elderly woman with disapproval, "Will you ever stop making trouble for the kids?"

The elderly woman ignored the rantings of the parents. It was a constant occurrence to be criticized by them, so she had long grown weary of their tirades, but the (h/c) haired girl was concerned. She was already despised by many in the village, often called a witch as - to most - it seemed her only hobby was scaring kids and making trouble for adults. Still, that isolation wouldn't do her well, and the younger girl was very much worried about her. It wasn't as if she had any family to take care of her, so it wouldn't do her good to be shunned by others.

Carefully escorting the elderly woman back to her hut, (Y/n) watched as she silently thanked her, not saying anything as the fabric to the entrance closed off any sight of her. Her existence was a lonely one, but even if the younger girl was the only one that was on her side, she was determined to be enough. Sighing, she returned to her own hut, preparing a few herbs to use for the next day.

. . .

"Mmm, so pretty, Aala," the silver-haired male purred, gripping tightly over the neck of the delicate bluenette boy, delighted over the sounds of struggle he made, "So very pretty."