Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Loving Artoria x Son of Captain Price OC x Yandere Loving Scáthach

(The acrid stench of gunpowder and the deafening echoes of gunfire filled the air. It was supposed to be a simple covert mission, but as First Lieutenant Julius Price—son of the legendary Captain John Price—looked around at the scattered bodies of his fallen team, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. His chest ached, not from the wounds he'd sustained, but from the crushing weight of failure. Blood trickled from his side, and his breathing grew labored as he realized that extraction wasn't coming. His backup was lost, and soon, he would be too.)

Julius: Bloody hell.

(Julius muttered under his breath, pressing his hand against his wound in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. His vision blurred, the world around him spinning as he tried to stay on his feet. The ground beneath him felt like quicksand, and he could barely make out the silhouettes of approaching enemies.)

(Just as the darkness began to consume him, a flash of golden light filled the battlefield, pushing back the encroaching gloom. Julius's head snapped toward the source, and through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he saw her.)

(A woman in shining armor, a sword gleaming at her side—Artoria Pendragon. Her ethereal beauty and the strength she exuded seemed otherworldly. But she wasn't the only one.)

(A second figure, draped in red and black, her presence even more intimidating—Scáthach, the warrior queen, who carried an aura of death and mastery.)

(Before Julius could react, the two women were upon him. He tried to raise his weapon, but his strength failed him. Instead of attacking, they scooped him up as though he weighed nothing, whisking him away from the battlefield. His body felt light, his consciousness slipping away as he heard Artoria's soothing voice in his ear.)

Artoria: We won't let you die here, Julius. You belong to us now.

(It had been months since anyone had heard from First Lieutenant Julius Price. His father, Captain John Price, had scoured every corner of the world for a trace of his son, but to no avail. Julius had been listed as MIA, and his fate remained a mystery. Little did anyone know, he was alive—alive, but no longer free.)

(Julius woke in an unfamiliar place. His body ached, but his wounds were healed, and his surroundings were nothing like the battlefield he had been dragged from. The room was spacious, decorated with a blend of medieval elegance and modern comfort. Sunlight streamed through large windows, and the air smelled fresh, calming. But something felt off.)

(Sitting at his bedside, watching him with a gaze that sent shivers down his spine, were the two women who had saved him—Artoria and Scáthach. Their eyes, once fierce and determined in battle, now held something far more dangerous: an intense, possessive love.)

Artoria: (softly) Good, you're awake. You've been resting for a long time, Julius. You needed it after what happened.

Julius: Where... where am I?

Scáthach: You're safe with us. (crosses arms) We saved you. No one else could have done that. You owe your life to us now.

Julius: (uneasy) I appreciate what you did... but I need to get back. My team—

Artoria: (soft and firm) Your team is gone. There's nothing left for you out there, Julius. You've already been written off as MIA. They aren't looking for you anymore.

(Julius's heart sank at her words. Was it true? Had his father given up on him? He tried to process the idea that the life he had known was over, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a trap—a beautiful, deadly trap.)

Scáthach: You belong to us now. We won't let anyone take you from us.

(Days turned into weeks as Julius remained in what he quickly realized was a luxurious prison. Artoria and Scáthach were always nearby, watching him with a strange mixture of love and possessiveness. They treated him with care—too much care. Every meal, every need, every whim was catered to, but always with a condition: he was theirs, and he could never leave.)

(Artoria, with her knightly grace and soothing presence, would sit with him for hours, talking to him as if they were old friends, as if they had been destined to be together. She spoke of a future where they could rule side by side, a future where Julius would never have to fight again—where he would be her king.)

Artoria: I have saved you, Julius. You were lost, and I brought you back. I'll protect you now, forever.

(And then there was Scáthach. The fierce warrior would often take him to train, pushing him to his limits but never letting him leave her sight. She reveled in his strength, in the way he fought through pain, and she made it clear that no one else could ever understand him the way she did.)

Scáthach: You have the spirit of a warrior. That's why you belong to me. I won't let anyone else have you.

(Julius found himself caught between them—two powerful, deadly women who loved him in ways that were both intoxicating and terrifying. Their obsession with him was suffocating, but there was no escape. They had saved him from death, but they had also bound him to them with chains of love and devotion.)

(One night, as the moonlight filtered through the windows, Julius stood by the balcony, looking out at the horizon. He had considered escape countless times, but every attempt had been thwarted. Artoria's gentle gaze would always catch him before he could even try, and Scáthach's shadow loomed over him constantly, making it clear that any effort to flee would be futile.)

Artoria: (whispers) You don't need to run. We'll take care of you. Forever.

Scáthach: (comes in) There's no need to fight it anymore. You're ours, Julius. Accept it.

(And in that moment, as the two women stood beside him, their love suffocating and inescapable, Julius realized the truth. There was no escape. They had saved him, yes—but in doing so, they had claimed him. Body and soul.)

(He was theirs.)

(Forever.)