#yandere halo novels

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic/Platonic Chol 'Von (Halo) with a human trader darling, who lives on one of the colonies that does unsavory business with pirates like her. Don't care which format, whichever is easiest to write.

I'm going to be honest, I've never read Mortal Dictata or any of the Kilo-Five books yet. However, I did do my research on the character so I hope I get her character right. Sorry for any inaccuracies! As a result this may be short. When I find time to read the book maybe I'll rewrite this, I'm happy to take feedback!

Yandere! Chol 'Von with Human Trader! Darling

(Halo: Mortal Dictata)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Threats, Dubious companionship.

I wouldn't doubt Chol comes in contact with human traders.

With her ambitious goals and fondness towards human phrases and ideologies it isn't too far off to think she'd buy from you.

She needs supplies for her Kig-Yar navy and Kig-Yar have been known to ally with humans if it benefits them.

To you, Chol is merely a client when she visits your colony to discuss affairs.

She feels like an egotistical shipmistress T'vaoan Kig-Yar who enjoys intimidation.

Chol is also easily impatient and temperamental, very quick to be stressed when things don't go her way.

She's been known to be persistent in her goals and is stubborn.

To make some money you trade with her.

It isn't too new to you, you've traded with Kig-Yar and Sangheili in the past.

Yet this one is important... she's a feared shipmistress and knows it.

You've heard vaguely in Kig-Yar culture that females of the species tend to have a lot of power.

As a result you are always very respectful in your deals.

You supply fuel, weapons, all sorts of cargo.

In return you're given other valuable items or some sort of currency in return.

You're just in it for the connections and money.

Kig-Yar are pirates... but you feel they can be good allies if you provide them what they like.

Which is what Chol likes about you.

She likes your human ideologies and picks up certain phrases and info about you.

You aren't part of any major faction... just a human trying to get by.

In a way she relates due to her species culture.

Chol sees you as the key to seeing her goals through.

With your wares she can make that navy she wanted and maybe even convince the other Kig-Yar to listen to her.

Chol is more likely to be a platonic yandere to her new favorite trader.

However... toying with the romantic idea is a bit interesting albeit not plausible.

After all... she sees her current mate as a coward who fled from her and her chicks.

Maybe a human will provide much better... even if nothing can happen between you.

Chol is demanding towards you at times due to her egotistical nature.

It's an honor to help her as a human.

She respects you and is a fearsome T'vaoan shipmistress.

Can't you see you're special if she's interacting with you?

Having her as your ally will make you strong and protected.

So you better keep providing for her, yeah?

In fact... you only need her as your customer... she'll give you much better equipment in return for your services.

Her ego is definitely what makes her try to control you.

She promises you good things in return if you just make her your primary client.

If you don't do so willingly... she can threaten you.

Do you doubt her? She could cause so much trouble for you if you refuse her.

Chol feels she can control you.

After all she often boasts that she can get whatever she wants.

Any mate, any valuable, anything.

If not... she doesn't mind the ensuing bloodshed.

So when she makes an offer with you... one that makes you loyal to her on one of her ships by her side and under her protection as her primary merchant/negotiater...

She expects you to accept when she tells you.

[mosaickiwi]

Sick Nasty

Rendacted is (love) sick who cares if it's cute and weird get him to a doctor!!! Kinda drabble. GN reader.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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You wanted to surprise your boyfriend early in the morning to get breakfast, but he didn't answer the door. He hadn’t responded to your text messages either. So you simply used the key he’d given you months ago to let yourself in. But instead of finding him awake and distracted by something else, a concerning sight greeted you in his bedroom.

[REDACTED] was splayed out face down on one side of his mattress, in an unusually deep sleep. His tank top had ridden up a little, exposing his lower back. One tattooed arm dangled off the edge of the bed, while the other was slung over a body pillow—decorated with a particular sweatshirt you hadn't seen in a while. That didn't actually concern you too much. What did, however, was the strange halo of plushies and more of your clothes stacked around his head. Several hoodies, another sweatshirt, and some sweatpants that you'd left for whenever you were staying the night encircled his dark hair like a summoning ritual.

You looked down at him with mixed feelings, but silently pulled out your phone anyway. "At least I have evidence of your crimes now," you hummed while snapping a few photos. Once that was taken care of, you bent down and shook his shoulder. He felt surprisingly hot. 

He mumbled and rolled onto his side, disturbing his shrine. His blue eyes were clouded as he roughly pushed his messy bangs back. He sucked in a breath before giving you a tired smile. "Oh, Angel? G'morning," he yawned. As he sat up and stretched, he looked down at the clothes and stuffed animals strewn across his sheets. It took a moment for his eyes to widen a fraction, as if he wasn't quite sure he was awake yet. "Shit. I can explain."

You ignored him and grabbed both his cheeks, worriedly studying his face. He immediately drifted into careful silence at your touch, eyelids fluttering closed. His skin felt like it was on fire. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. And despite just waking up from what must've been a coma, he looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes far worse than usual.

A frown pulled at your lips. "You're sick."

"I was going to wash them," your tired boyfriend mumbled in a hazy voice, his head falling forward slightly. "The scent just helps me sleep—"

"I'm not talking about my clothes, you thief. You have a fever,” you emphasized and pulled away, standing back up. He whined in disapproval, leaning forward to follow your retreating hands. You held still so he’d calm down before continuing, “Do you have any medicine here? I’ll have to go to the pharmacy if not.” 

“I don’t think so. ‘Can go with you.” He weakly tugged you close and pressed his head against your stomach.

“No.”

You felt him groan into your shirt, “I’ll wait in the car.”

“You can wait in your bed.”

“Angel, please. Y'hurting me.” He squeezed a little tighter, but you knew it’d be much easier than normal to get out of his grip.

Even so, you relented with a fake sigh. Letting him have his way at the moment would hopefully make him more agreeable later. “I can just get it delivered. Scoot over,” you demanded and gently nudged him. He excitedly moved away to make room as you crawled onto the covers. You made a point of gathering all your clothes into a pile at one corner of the bed. They’d have to be dealt with later. “Since you’re sick, I won’t take these back just yet.”

[REDACTED] innocently smiled—without even a hint of shame—but didn’t say a word. Instead, he draped himself over your lap to relish in his victory. You sat back and scrolled through your phone to place the delivery order. It didn't take long.

“We’ve got 20 minutes. Can you try to be a bit more reasonable by then?” you asked and dropped your phone to the side. You busied yourself with his hair, threading through the dark strands as he closed his eyes.

He barely mumbled a ‘hmm’ in response, much too content with your fingers massaging his scalp. Unfortunately for his immune system (and your legs), he had no intentions of getting out of your lap.

[phoenixtakaramono]

hi! any spoilers or sneaky peaks on the untold tale? i've been anxiously waiting for the new chapter 😫 your writing is on another level, i swear. i reread the first five chapters like more than 4 times each. i'm also loving your characterization of binghe!

Hullo, hullo, anon! 💞 It makes me heartened to hear that you like The Untold Tale! And I’m glad you’re liking my characterization of Bingge! I personally like my yanderes in fiction, and it’s always somewhat hilarious how wild and simp-y Luo Binghe’s POV and dialogue/ thoughts can be compared to Shen Yuan who’s just doing his best, haha.

We haven’t reached TUT’s position yet on my WIPs to Update list, so I haven’t been posting much sneak peeks of the upcoming ch6 yet since the majority of it is still in my rough note form (reminders of what I want to happen, dialogue that needs to happen, specific foreshadowing or worldbuilding, etc) and not the pretty final draft form y’all see on AO3. But I am very frank in my replies about what’ll happen in the AO3 Comments section so spoilers are abound there, haha. If y’all want a Spoiler Free experience, do not check out the Comments section. I answer questions and even gift spoilers (even copy and paste certain scenes that haven’t been published yet) to certain readers as thanks for leaving me long essay-long comments or just plain any comments that’ve made me happy.

There’s also a jokey April Fools version of what’ll be in ch6 that I’d tweeted out: TUT ch6 threadfic (April Fools edition). You can read it there if you have a Twitter account but essentially it’s scenes to expect—but butchered with American and British colloquialisms I have a certain writing process where I go all in on the fandom belonging to whichever WIP I’m working on updating, and at that time I wanted to show why it’d be a bad idea if I jumped back into writing TUT under this mindset and how it’d be jarring, haha. TUT has a certain writing style unique to C-novels and light novels in general, so I didn’t want to detract from that experience!

If you want a direct spoiler, this is what to expect from TUT ch6:

Shen Yuan’s shark tank meeting with the Jade Emperor’s Court (and SY finding out who is his celestial family in PIDW)

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Luo Binghe’s POV, after his meeting with the celestial fortuneteller Shen Yuan (featuring a short cameo from Ning Yingying)

I do, admittedly, miss the SVSSS fandom a lot and really can’t want to return, my lovely dear readers, but I have to be a responsible multi-fandom writer rotating through my list of WIPs in an orderly fashion so it’s fair for everyone and wait for their turn and can only promise the patience will be worth it (to preserve the magic of it all)!! Thank you for your patience! I am heartened to hear there are people still reading and waiting for my return! I’ll share new sneak peeks as I’m live-writing it, once I’m ready to pivot back to TUT. ✌️ There also exist some other spoilery kernels but I’ll leave one more hint:

And after ch6, will be the Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky chapter where y’all will find out whose new poor cannon fodder’s identity he’s transmigrated into almost as a direct consequence of Shen Yuan’s transmigration as a celestial sharing the Protagonist’s Halo with Bingge in this new danmei genre he’s created (laughs). I’m excited because I get to finish up and debut the prettier illustration of ASTtS that’s been gathering dust in my computer files. If you’ve seen the WIP, yes, it’ll be the final version of this concept art I posted before as a sneak peek.

[tajellie07]

It’s For the Best

Fandom: HunterxHunter

Tags: Yandere, kidnapping, manipulation(?)

Pairing: Chrollo x Reader

1 | 2 | 3

“This one is new”, he reached for the book next to you with his free arm. He dipped his head, “we should read it together”, hot breath fanned ear. You flinched and Chrollo smiled to himself, “so you do have sensitive ears.” You wanted this man to leave already, you faced him with spite on your lips but the words got stuck in your throat. Your faces were a few inches apart. His lips stretched into a soft smile when he noticed. “What is it?” He tilted his head stray strands concealing his eyes, the sun casting a warm halo.

Your heart stuttered in its cage. The fondness reached those onyx gems, it seemed genuine. While he has kept you here he hasn’t hurt you, so maybe those eyes are being true. You were swayed by his gentle charms at that moment, you should’ve had, but you couldn’t help yourself. Chrollo’s eyes dropped to your slowly rising hand. His eyes closed with some vulnerability as you tucked the strays behind his ear. He touched the knuckles that gently caressed his cheek as you pulled away.

“Y/N”, his eyes fluttered open as he nuzzled into your palm.

The desperate, pain-filled cries that flooded your mind was like a douse of ice water. Your hair stood on edge as you came to yourself. What are you doing? You snatched back your hand.

“I- I”, you choked out getting your heart under control, “I said it before, use me and let me go or kill me, I’m fine with either.” Knowing he was playing with your mind, your feelings were a lot more terrifying than you first realized. “J- just don’t do”, you gestured wildly to the situation, “this!”

“Hmmm”, Chrollo watched with understanding and touched your hand. When you tried to pull away he used the opportunity to lace your fingers together,  “no.”

“No?” your brows furrowed, “to what?”

“I won’t let you go or kill you.”

“Why!?”

The troupe took you from your family, it’s been weeks but no one has explained why you are here. You can’t even fathom what they’d want with or from you. Rather than an answer, he continued to smile softly. He put the novel back, his hand ran along your arm. You flinched despite the gentle touch.

“Don’t worry”, his hand continued to travel upward. He brushed along your neck before caressing your cheek, the gentleness never changing. He tilted your face up, your pupils trembled with fear and his smile widened. “Y/N”, you went still with surprise when soft lips pressed against your own.

You gasped when he nipped at your lip, he wasted no time. Your tongues tangoed to his rhythm. You felt him smile your sigh of bliss. Chrollo pulled back then, chuckling when you gave chase. He sat back and surveyed his handiwork. You sat flushed, your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving.

He gave a final peck to your tempting lips, “you’ll see soon darling”, you shivered at his stern smile, “this is for the best.”

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[slinkykinkyjou]

PotN S3 Finale spoilers

I believe that SH might be THE king of the yandere archetype, but he did not do anything to warrant this violence against him (Min and his cronies see NK as a belonging of SH’s - the rape is to punish SH, and have a “good” time). In the end, SH wept. Prediction: SH might blame himself, which will drive a wedge between him and NK in S4. Thoughts?

I’ve given a lot of thought over course of the book to Min’s motivations, and here’s where I land on this. Min was a spoiled, bored noble with a clever, under-stimulated mind and too much time on his hands. I was bullied by people like Min as a kid.

But even orgies, booze, and partying got monotonous after a while. He may not know how got there, but Min can see that resident dom SH is Fucked Up with a capital F. Everyone knows SH to be radical, rebellious, taboo. He’s a comet blazing bright and destined to burn itself out young; in a conservative Confucian society, he’s a spectacle. He’s /interesting/. SH can do the taboo things Min can only fantasize about, because SH doesn’t care about the consequences he barrels towards. Min considers himself a spectator to SH’s messy demise. “Oh ho ho! How novel! How droll!”

I believe Min was motivated by cruelty and sadism, like a zoo visitor stabbing at an abused tiger stuck behind bars (the bars here a metaphor for societal expectations and filial/civic duty). Ultimately, Min got too close to the cage and the tiger tore him apart.

SH is living with severe PTSD. Nightmares, self-destructive and self-loathing behavior - he’s been on the highway to hell ever since he came limping out of Confucian Gay Conversion Therapy, and up until he fell in love with NK, he had nothing to live for. Why not waste away the days in hedonism and despair?

But now he is in love. And has someone that, (toxic Stockholm pornographic fantasy sexiness or not), loves him back. Is it too late? I think maybe... In his traumatized shitshow of a life, SH has burned every bridge he’s come across. Dangit. He’s burned bridges with: his father, Jihwa + his family, his servants are a rotating door, Heena (maybe — what do you all think?), the gang rapist nobles he killed, and InHun the Insufferable Twat. His only allies are Nakyum, who holds zero social clout, and real GOAT Mr. Kim. (Mr. Kim is fucking legend, I stg.)

It was so satisfying in the moment for SH to kill the gang rapists. They deserved it. But that’s just a temporary hit of dopamine that feels good in the moment and will come back to bite SH soon. SH has been stockpiling ill will and S4 is going to explore the consequences of it. Which I hate. I just want them to cuddle and be safe and in love. Please Byeonduck pleeeease let them live happily.

Prediction, please don’t shoot the messenger here: I think S4 is going to be torture for us. I think we’re going to see SH’s topknot cut. I think we’re going to see Mr. Kim, NK, and/or SH flogged. I think InHun the Insufferable is going to prance back in all fancy and taunt SH, and do his best to ruin his life. I think we’ll see NK more helpless than ever before, and I think SH is going to be humiliated at bare minimum. And I hate that. So much. That said, despite all my sad predictions lol, I have hope for a happy ending. I can go into that more if people want to hear my thoughts on that, just lmk.

Re: the art… wow. The angelic panels of NK’s sweet little cherub face all bruised and bloodied were really lovingly drawn. You can see she’s communicating his innocence; NK represents all things good in SH’s life, and hope for a better future. The light haloes on NK like a religious figure, elevating him to this iconic/unearthly status that I interpret as a metaphor for SH’s path to healing.

The panels with SH’s face are always a show stealer. The hurt on his furious murder face was a new variation on his usual psycho white-eyed murder look. In the past his eyebrows are usually stiff and almost blank, but before he kills Min, his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks pained. He took it VERY personally that time, there was a hint of befuddlement (“Why have you gone this far, Min? What the literal fuck is wrong with you?”) and disbelief (“Please let this be another nightmare right now and let me wake up in bed with NK safe beside me.”) I read those flavors into his expression.

The final panel of SH staring into NK’s eyes, weeping, stabbed me in the gut like the dude in purple. His eyes were that blank, shocked, buffering-in-progress stare again, but tears were just drizzling over uncontrollably. Have we ever seen him cry from sadness before? He seems like the type to cry from frustration or rage, but in this panel my dude is grieving.

Discussion questions for the class here, lol.

What do you think happened in the past with the Yoon family? (I’m still not clear on that myself.) How is that going to affect what happens to SH in S4? Where do you think Heena is, and if she is alive, do you think she’ll be a problem or unexpected ally in S4? Is there any hope for a happier ending in your opinion?

[cinnaminyoons]

( HEARTBEAT. )

ミ☆ when young dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more...

⤷ PAIRING kth x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 1.3k 

⤷ TAGS vaguely-disturbing imagery of love/murder

⤷ NOTES a spooky (?) 2020 october fic. idk i’m just having fun and writing in ostentatious purple prose :]

⤷ REQUESTED

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a oneshot for halloween for taehyung or jungkook. Something yandere like?

when he walks by, people stare, gazing, in wondrous desire. they know of him, they know his face and his name, but what is there past those? he is an enigma, a mystery novel with all his most important pages glued together. 

he is a perfect masterpiece—the kind of man born with biting wit, lithe strength, and irresistible charm, as beautiful as the heroes of old. he is a lovely face framed by dark curls like hyacinth garlands, he is a pair of eyes like the wine-dark sea, he is a mind like the silver edge of a sword. 

no one has ever met his expectations. they are all drawn in by his mystery, lured by the unpromised promise of the love of one so resplendent. but they are never good enough. they fawn over the symmetry of his features and praise every work he carves in dull, mindless worship. 

even the best of them fall short, becoming flat and uninteresting as they agree with wide asinine smiles to everything that passes his lips. 

no. he does not want senseless devotion. 

he wants a mind like his, to challenge his ideas, to argue against his points in logical and consistent ways. he wants to feel the cutting enthralment when he debates morality and philosophy and art.

he watches in subtle fascination when you enter the vast library from his favourite spot. he sits beneath an arched window where the five-o’clock shadows offer a sharp golden glow to his skin, ringing him in a halo as he studies.

as you enter his sight, a radiance as strong as the rising sun comes flooding through the high-roofed library. you wear a relaxed, garnet-red button-up, so dark it is nearly black, and the collar is open to reveal your collarbones. a silver chain glitters around your neck and dips beneath your shirt.

his heart races. immediately, he knows you are a strong contender for his affections. there is a subtle confidence in your straight shoulders, a shrewdness to your smile, a glint behind your eyes. 

you give him a smile when you pass his table, heading up the steps to the second level. he follows your movements with a gaze so intent he knows you must feel it piercing your back. 

he stands from his table and his long brown coat swirls around his knees. he wonders if he’s ever pursued someone like this before—he doubts he has. they all come to him. this will be the first time he will offer his hand instead of taking another’s, but it does not worry him. truly, it excites him.

he follows in your steps, taking the stairs one at a time, steady and unhurried as he runs his fingers along the dark wooden rail. he hears a girl’s breath hitch hopefully as he draws near, but he passes her without a glance. he catches you slipping into an aisle four rows back and he pauses, watching, waiting, before stepping into the aisle next to yours. 

through the gaps in the towering shelves, he observes you with a curious tilt to his head. you know what you are looking for, no loitering nor indecisiveness. he enjoys that and hopes that trait will not leave you once he introduces himself—it is a fresh change of pace from the hesitance those around him show, too busy trying to make him like them. 

he catches the title of a textbook you pull off a shelf and place under your arm. you are a classics student, he guesses. he takes fine arts papers himself and his hope in you doubles—fate must be by his side. 

perhaps, finally, he has found his one.

someone who loves literature must know how to discuss and debate, and his pearly white teeth dig into the soft pink of his bottom lip when you reach up above your head for another textbook. he places his hand on the shelf in front of him as he steps closer, watching closely as your fingers close around the thick spine, as wide as your palm and two hands long. 

the tendons visible in the back of your hand flex as you bring the textbook down smoothly, gripping it tight. he wonders what such a graceful hand might look like wrapped around something of his. 

with two textbooks under your arm, you turn to leave. something catches your eye on the opposite shelf and as you walk over to it, he follows, silent as air. you reach out and he copies you. he watches with darkened eyes and bated breath as his hand rests firmly on top of yours, as if he meant to grab the book instead.

your eyes flicker up to meet his. you smile in such a way that makes his pulse quicken. he glances down at the book, a long, purposeful glance, and he raises his gaze again. there is only one copy of it. 

“would you like to settle this the simple way?” he asks, his voice a slow and soft purr. 

your hand tightens on the book’s leather binding and he can’t help his staring.

 “there is one copy and two of us,” you say quite needlessly, but he suspects there is an importance to this fact. “unless you are willing to let go, pretty boy, i see no simple way.”

“my name is taehyung,” he replies coolly. he has to look up to meet your eyes, but he does so without hesitance. he smiles, but lopsided and thin as it is, it resembles more of a smirk. “you, however... you may call me whatever you like.”

his hand squeezes yours in warning when you tug the book towards you. no words are needed for you to understand him. 

“a shame, then,” you say, your words airy but your tone darkening as you go on. “i’d hate to mar such lovely skin.”

his grin widens. “oh, i’m sure i wouldn’t mind.”

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i had always thought red was the most beautiful colour.

the darker the shade, the quicker my heart beats, the faster my pulse races, thudding rhythmically in my ears. it flickers and flares behind my eyelids when my head tilts back and my eyes close.

my favourite is wine. opaque, deep wine, the sort of colour that stains white busts the most vivid shade, the sort of colour that brings to life everything it touches and runs in marble veins. 

i wonder whether it is your favourite. you love to see it on me, tinting my lips, decorating my throat, flushing under my skin; what i will give, what i have given, to see the same on you.

you are the first whose touch electrifies me, running taut and white-hot through me. it is addicting. i flew too close to the sun.

there is something about the way you look at me and how you pull me close. i wonder if you are aware of it. those two warm hands pressed against my sides make me think of you so sweetly—sometimes i think about it so much the urge becomes painful, repeating again and again and again and again until it is the only thing i think of when i see you.

i had always thought red was the most beautiful colour.

the exquisite crimson stains your skin. your fingers curl and tighten and dig into my sides, into my shoulders, and i feel the blushing warmth spread deep within me as you shudder, our chests pressed against each other, hearts pounding as one. i lean down to watch closer. you look perfect like this. 

your head tilts back and to the side, sinking into the pillow creases. your ruby-drenched hands twitch. what a vulnerability this is, your throat bared so, and ardour fills me, aching joy fills me, because you trust me, even when my waxen wings have melted.

the light is the colour of rose. it gently tints your skin, streaming in from the window beside us. when the young dawn rises to her splendid throne, you lay next to me, still and silent, your hand curled softly over mine.

i had always thought red was the most beautiful colour—but i was wrong.

red is the most beautiful colour when painted on gleaming silver. 

only then do i understand icarus and his desire to live, for one transient moment, like apollo does—full of the bright burning passion of the immortal gods. living, forever ablaze like they are, char mortals to dust. we must limit themselves to bursts of it, lest it consume us.

icarus smiled when he fell, because the most beautiful view of a raging, scorching flame, red like daybreak, is from within it. i smile too, the same wild ruinous primal smile.

our heartbeats slow.

[manhwafull]

Shattering The Laws Of Plot Armor!

Read manga Shattering The Laws Of Plot Armor! on hot comics. Summary: F*ck! Another harem novel?! Why is it that as long as it’s a woman, she will inevitably fall for you?! I really hate this type of male MC! Lin Yaofei complained as he read through the webnovel. At the same time, a notification popped up on his phone in a form of a choice question that asked: Do you like reading these types of novels? A: YES! B: NO! He chose B without hesitation, then was suddenly summoned by an unknown system… Alternative Name Fensui Ba, Zhujiao Guanghuan Fěnsuì Ba, Zhǔjiǎo Guānghuán! Go Breaking, Halo of the Protagonist! Just Shatter, Protagonist Halo! 粉碎吧，主角光环！ Follow get to reading I Lost the Leash of the Yandere Male Lead Manga Online for free at Manhwafull. We have the latest manga with all of the updated chapters on our website. Manhwafull has high quality collection …https://manhwafull.com/manga/shattering-the-laws-of-plot-armor/

[thestalkerbunny]

, pavy, beans, love potio 42, tumnult, yoldanda

Full Name: Pavi (no known Surname as of now.)Gender and Sexuality: Male, HomosexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: Aasimar (Peacock kind)Birthplace and Birthdate: A deserty country, sometime in AprilGuilty Pleasures: His life is 99% guilty pleasures. But he really likes to indulge in fresh fruits.Phobias: Snakes, Fire, VasesWhat They Would Be Famous For: Either Sexual prowess or really good belly dancingWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Public indecencyOC You Ship Them With: Well....no one right now.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Fae. Fae will probably make the most attempted Pavi based murders.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He doesn't care much for reading in general. Not even sure if he CAN read.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: *see prementioned question*Talents and/or Powers: Cant summon a beautiful glowing Halo, very good belly dancer, excellent at blowjobsWhy Someone Might Love Them: Outside of the whole sex and promicious lifestyle, he's a geniunine caring person who is putting a good 88% of his funding to taking care of his adoptive witch daughter.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He's rather self serving, he often puts himself first before anything else.How They Change: Unsure; gotta play Pathfinder to findout.Why You Love Them: He's a flamboyant Peacock man who bellydances. I can't NOT love him.

　

Full Name: Beans The Charity ClericGender and Sexuality: Female, UnknownPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: Cat Person with Aasimar BloodlinesBirthplace and Birthdate:Guilty Pleasures: She likes to dip into the Nip once in a while. She feels bad later and prays for like 8 hours afterwards.Phobias: Girl can't swim. Keep her away from water.What They Would Be Famous For: Probably bringing peace to the world or something. She will hug everyone into submission.What They Would Get Arrested For: Probably for standing too close to ULT. Ult is the one who probably gets arrested, but Beans is like 'no. I shall go in your place.'OC You Ship Them With: Ult, but Beans is very oblivious girl.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: NOBODY WOULD WANT TO MURDER BEANS. TOO PURE.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: The bibleLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: She hasn't found a book she hasn't liked yet.Talents and/or Powers: Healing, basic animal communication, shedding cat hair on black clothes good purring skills.Why Someone Might Love Them: She's this pure friendly creature who has faith in all the creatures and that interanlly everyone is good inside. She is friends with EVERYONE.Why Someone Might Hate Them: *see above*How They Change: IDK.Why You Love Them: She's a frickin' cat named Beans. She's literally a BAG of SMILES.

　

Full Name: Love Potion 42Gender and Sexuality: Genderfluid, PansexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: SlimeBirthplace and Birthdate:Slime Witch's Lab, Febuary 14thGuilty Pleasures: Oviposition, Breeding Kink with Eggs basically. Phobias: Water. Slimes don't really DO water. They're Hydrophobic creatures.What They Would Be Famous For: Fabulously hyper Libido What They Would Get Arrested For: Public indecency.OC You Ship Them With: anyone. They're down to clown.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Slime Witch. She's so tired of cleaning up his gross boi messesFavorite Movie/Book Genre: Trashy Porn with Plots/Trashy novelsLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He doesn't like horror movies.Talents and/or Powers: Shape Shifting and being...well. gelatonious.Why Someone Might Love Them: He can be anything and take anyside so long as it doesn't exceed his default slime. Soooo, he can fufill a lot of people's personal requirements.Why Someone Might Hate Them: Well, he makes a giant mess most of the time after his little sexcapades.How They Change: No change yet.Why You Love Them: He's just asthetically pleasing to look at with his pinks and little hearts.

　

Full Name: Bertram 'Tramber' LyreGender and Sexuality: Genderlfuid, BisexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: Formerly human, now sort of an organic robot?Birthplace and Birthdate: A parallel Earth, sometime in March.Guilty Pleasures: Drinking...a Lot. It's not even really guilty, it's the only thing he seems to want to do with his spare time.Phobias: People moving the furniture. Like it's not even a real Phobia, but it's just something that pisses him the hell off. He can't see very well, so he doesn't like people REARRANGING THE DAMN FURNITURE.What They Would Be Famous For: Tumult was already fairly famousWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Murder, human expermintation, breaking and entering a liqour store.OC You Ship Them With: Moshi. But since I'm a complex bitch, it's onesided where Tumult just LOATHES Moshi. Scapel the MoonRat has a big gross crush on him. Tumult was apparently married before he became 'Tumult'OC Most Likely To Murder Them: SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD LOVE TO MURDER TUMULT. But None More then SAI, the living Virus.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Historical FictionLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Science Fiction. They're usually highly inaccurate and he has little patienceTalents and/or Powers: Electrokinsis, can hook up to almost any computer or electronic device, skilled surgeon, doctor and robotisits.Why Someone Might Love Them: He is very hard to love. Few have seen his more compassionate patient gentle side or even rarer his more vunerable moments.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He's mean, abrasive, snarky, sarcastic and rarely apolgizes. He hurts people and rarely makes amends for it.How They Change: He was orginally a goofy silly character, but since he's been put in the Starfell story line, he's much more darker, bitter and moody.Why You Love Them: I orginally made him for an RP group and he just grew on me.

　

Full Name: YolandaGender and Sexuality: Female, Most likely asexualPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: Frosslass, GhostBirthplace and Birthdate: Siberia, unknown.Guilty Pleasures: Indulging in Emotional relationships (usually friendships.)Phobias: ???IDK.What They Would Be Famous For: Either her notablely impressive boobs or the fact she appears in a lot of students art galleries since she's a part time art model.What They Would Get Arrested For: Public MurderOC You Ship Them With: I did ship her for a while with Freak, but now it's more one sided. I ship her currently with happiness.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Can't kill A Ghost.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mad Max, Adventure novelsLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: The Kind of Romance books where There is zero character development for the female characters.Talents and/or Powers: Manipulation of Ice and SnowWhy Someone Might Love Them: She's beautiful, pretty smart and funny.Why Someone Might Hate Them: When she catch's on that you're only into her for her tits, she's a mega super bitch.How They Change: She used to be a huge Yandere character....uh...still is, but much less Yandere.Why You Love Them: She's just fun to draw, idk man. I can't justify everything.

[yanderes-galore]

Nizat 'Kvarosee, Romantic/Platonic intentions. Scenario where during his exile on Netherop, he captures the darling from the similarly stranded UNSC forces and keeps them as a pet - at first as a psychological warfare thing against the humans but eventually forming a twisted attachment. Optional: the inclusion of prompts #2 and #14 from your blog's prompt list, since I read through them and thought those would be fitting for this and your prompts deserve more love in these requests. - Scale Anon

I watched lore videos and read his wiki entry on Halopedia so I think I got this >:) Hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Nizat 'Kvarosee Prompts 2 + 14

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Dehumanization/Degrading behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Covenant religion, Manipulation, Violence, Slight worshipping, Implied darling is on the verge of mind break, Forced relationship/companionship.

Out of everything that has happened during his exile on this planet... you may have been the best thing that's come of it.

At first your capture was meant to a message. A message that eventually he'll win this war against Petrov and break the humans fighting against him. However... it has been a long time since Nizat had any company other than the Sangheili he was stranded with.

Despite being a dissenter, Nizat felt incredibly religious during his exile. He began to view your meeting with him as fate. You were a gift from the Gods... all for him.

Nizat had learned human language to speak with you. Instead of treating you as a prisoner... he began to be softer. He doesn't want to kill you as you're defenseless. Instead... he treats you like the gift he believes you are.

His fellow Sangheili find his behavior strange. Their leader is so fanatical about this human prisoner. All to the point of treating you like some pet.

Nizat began to adore you once he saw you as a gift from the Gods. He began to see you as a companion... one he loves more than most things. He never let you get far... often dragging you around like one would do a pet.

He made sure you were as comfortable as you could be on this hot planet. Even as his Sangheili brethren perished... Nizat found comfort in you. You may not wish to be with him yet he can't just toss aside a divine gift!

Nizat worships you as his human. You are meant to comfort him in his exile, aren't you? He hates that you keep fighting him... don't you see it's meant to be?

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that." Nizat tries to reason with you. The heat outside could kill you if he doesn't provide for you! Despite you being placed in his lap as he sits with you in private... you struggle against him.

How long had it been? Weeks... months since he's caught you? Your determination was becoming tiring... he wishes you'd just give in.

Nizat catches you whining and trying to squirm like a scared animal. Like most Sangheili he found humans weak... but not entirely deserving of being killed. In fact he found you quite beautiful in your own alien way.

"I'll take care of you, my gift... just relax into me, alright? I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, you're hurting yourself." The Sangheili tries to comfort you by holding you closer to his chest.

For now... you give up and allow him to coddle you. He really is the only sense of comfort you've had in a long time. Sighing softly you lean into the Sangheili, allowing him to crane his head into the crook of your shoulder. You hear the Sangheili give a growl of approval before squeezing you closer.

Thankfully this was out of sight from anyone.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." The Sangheili whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your shoulder. The feeling is scaled and strange but you don't fight it. Do you have any power in this situation anyways?

"You are my divine gift... the Gods have not forsaken me completely for my sins." Nizat coos, indulging in the comfort you give. "I'd never let anyone take you away from me...."

You then hear him growl behavior, this time it's threatening instead of comforting.

"If anyone ever does try..." Nizat muses and you feel his claws dig into you. "They'll die brutally by my blade, I can promise that, my gift."

You say nothing and only stare at the ground, quietly accepting your fate.

[yanderes-galore]

Harem Concept between Jul and Raia 'Mdama (Halo), Romantic/Platonic intentions. Technically a Sangheili darling would be easier, but I'd be interested on how a Human darling could work out too (probably would lean towards being AU territory due to the circumstances surrounding Raia's canon death). - Scale Anon

Sure! I'll explore this idea, this primarily focuses on Jul though. Looked at some lore so I hope this is accurate!

Yandere! Jul + Raia 'Mdama Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Brief mate/Mating mention, Sangheili/Sangheili/Sangheili and Sangheili/Human/Sangheili pairing, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Degrading behavior, Isolation, Death, Violence, Forced relationship.

While I agree a Sangheili darling would be easier, a human darling is an interesting thought.

Jul sees humans similar to The Flood, Raia's views on humans are unknown from what I've seen but we can assume she held a neutral view or held similar views to Jul.

As a Sangheili you most likely are loyal to the 'Mdama family one way or another.

This would allow you to be close to both Sangheili.

Perhaps you are simply viewed as a fellow brother/sister to them, a platonic relationship.

Or if they have romantic intentions... then a potential third partner for mating with.

When it comes to a human you'd most likely be seen as lower than them, a human pet.

Jul would be cruel at times due to you being human while Raia would be more caring.

Honestly if you were human but Raia was comfortable around you... Jul relents before growing reluctantly attached.

If you were a Sangheili loyal to them they'd often meet with you and speak with you.

Jul is the more manipulative one of the two but they both hide their intentions.

They both either consider you one of their family...

Or are preparing how to spring the idea of making you their shared mate.

Jul and Raia would be possessive of you regardless of the intention.

Raia often asks for you to stay by the home she and her mate reside in.

Meanwhile Jul makes it a goal to hunt down other Sangheili or even humans who he feels will take you away from the two of them.

You being human is... similar.

However you aren't really seen as a mate entirely.

You're seen as a companion and pet.

Jul gains a sick sense of pride when he shows control over you.

He dislikes your race... but doesn't really mind you.

Probably because he has total control.

Raia is calmer and a bit more caring to your needs.

Sure, the idea of making friends with humans is an odd idea of Thel, yet she can see the appeal when it comes to you.

When Jul gets a bit too rough with you... Raia tells him to calm down and reel things in.

They're meant to share, aren't they?

As a human you never leave their home.

Their children, if you ever meet them, find it weird that a human lives amongst them.

But if their mother is attached... they'll tolerate things.

Raia is certainly the voice of reason in the family.

Soon, through his wife, Jul puts aside his hatred of humans as a whole to keep you.

In his eyes you're "contained and unable to spread" as you're not around any other humans.

They keep you isolated for a reason.

Things would go down hill when Jul is abducted by ONI and Raia dies.

At first it's just you and Raia.

She appears distraught at the disappearance of her husband.

As a Sangheili you could try to comfort and reassure her, to which she respects this.

She may even think about clinging to you but keeps her composure.

If you're human she calls you over so she can distract herself.

She'd rant her concerns, all while dragging a claw across your soft skin.

You really do bring her comfort.

You're left alone when Raia tells you she has to leave to find Jul.

Well... not entirely alone, another member of the 'Mdama family will look after you if you're human.

If you're Sangheili you're free to roam.

Right up until Jul comes back... devastated at the death of his wife and mate.

If you're Sangheili then Jul calls for you, delivering the news.

You can see the rage in his eyes.

If you're human he calls for you to be brought to him.

At first he resents you... but his wife loved you-

He cares about you as much as he hates to admit it.

So he's going to continue keeping you all to himself.

After Raia's passing the relationship turns solely focused on Jul.

Jul feels he is going to continue this "relationship" between you going in honor of his wife.

If you're Sangheili he tries to indoctrinate/force you into joining his rebellion.

He won't hesitate to use force either.

If you're human he's dragging you with him to his rebellion.

You'll get to see what your race deserves for what they've done.

He won't hurt you, Raia would hate that.

But he will manipulate you to follow his every word...

He plans to honor what he feels is Raia's last wish and keep you in the family... one way or another.

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me

Meant to post this before Halloween except it got reaaaally long so I split it up. 🙈 It works as a standalone, though. I'll put the other parts up at some point hehe.

Actual!Angel and Devil!Ren AU (yoinked from da discord bot once again) One visit to earth turns into eternity. 1.4k words + GN reader

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

With pearly white wings and a halo of gold, you were a disciple in heaven’s endless library. Duty bound to organize records and histories of paradise and its worlds below. Though you’d never looked within those records, just being in their presence gave you curiosity about your god’s creations all the same.

Once every hundred or so years in your infinite lifespan, you sought to venture into the human realm before returning to your celestial duty. It was an odd request to your peers. None were as interested in mortals as you so each visit was a lonely affair. You never stayed more than an hour or two, merely observing how they had changed from a favored seat in the clouds above, lest someone spotted you. It was only meant to be a short trip as always. This time something felt different.

In the quaint seaside town you were fond of visiting, you'd sensed a devil and dared to investigate. Of course, you'd never met one, so you had no idea what that uneasy feeling even was until your feet touched the ground for the very first time.

The devil seemed to be asleep in a field of blossoms, butterflies fluttering about. Spring was always in full bloom when you descended to earth. Pastel pink hair blended with the flowers, only making the black horns atop his head and the symbols scrawled along his arms stand out even more.

You approached with caution and curiosity. Though they were meant to be your sworn enemy, heaven's few rumors about devils already appeared untrue. The fauna and flora around him weren't withered and rotting, but full of life. He didn't smell of burning flesh, nor was he covered head to toe in the blood of his victims. If anything, his form seemed almost angelic.

He opened his eyes as you came closer, and their sky blue color welcomed you further. "Ah, could I be dreaming? Or has an angel come to rescind my eternal punishment?" he spoke wryly. 

"Nay, devil. I want no trouble from you," you said in response, caught off guard by his casual, relaxed greeting. You took a few fearful steps away when he rose to lean back on his hands.

"Hmm... You have some holy divination or blessing to bestow upon this land, I assume. I've no intention of interfering." He smiled up at you, and those angelic features seemed even more prominent. Were it not for the pointed tail swishing with vigor behind him, you'd think this devil was one of your own.

"There's no mission I've been given," you explained with a shake of your head, "I'm only here to observe my god's world for a few moments, out of my own curiosity."

"Fascinating. I've never known angels to take interest in mortal affairs before their passing. Then, if no duty calls for thee—" he stopped to pluck a white bud that hadn't quite fully bloomed from the sea around him. "Might you grace me with your divine visage for one moment longer, little angel? I've called earth my home for millennia—and damnation is dreadfully boring. I could help with those curiosities, if you so desire." He held the bud out to you as an offering.

Though his words sounded sincere, you felt unsure. “...Do you take me to be so naive? I know your kind favor trickery.”

“I only offer my companionship,” he gave an innocent shrug. That heavenly smile was still fixed on you.

Your eyes darted between his outstretched hand and his face. Eventually, you took the flower from him. You could sense no ill intent on their part, so it wouldn't hurt to stay a little while. Nonetheless, you’d do your best to stay on guard.

~

The sun dipped lower in the sky as you lost track of time. Ren, you learned, knew far more of humans than you ever imagined. Your interest in them grew with each story he told of the world. At his urging, you'd gone to the beach to wander up close among them. It was a bit of a struggle to prepare—you'd never been told that your wings could retract or your halo could be hidden. But he coached you through it, not so much as flinching at the sting of divine power when you accidentally hit his arm with a wing on the first try. For a devil, he was oddly knowledgeable of things beyond his damned realm.

“You said your visits were always over in the late morning. So you haven’t seen this time of day, have you?” he asked as you both walked along the shore, waves glittering in gentle reds and pinks you’d never known the sun to make.

“I haven’t seen this terrain either.” Even with the occasional pausing stares of young children and animals—the only beings who could see your true form, as they were without sin—you were thrilled at the new experiences you were having. Your footsteps painted the sand rather unevenly compared to his. It was impossible to get used to the sinking feeling, nor the coarse sand getting into your sandals. You laughed at the sensation. “Heaven is all clouds and gardens. Here… it’s so different. The sun shines differently. But it’s still just as beautiful.”

He took your hand in his to keep you steady, pulling you towards the water’s edge. They were all too comfortable with the action, but you didn't spare it a thought. The guard you were meant to keep up had been thrown aside long ago. “I’m honored to show you such new experiences. And I only hope to give you more.” Ren’s face was bathed in a heavenly glow as he guided you into the water. 

It was a stark contrast. The once warm sand turned to a bracing cold, almost slimy texture as the water slowly rose up to your waist. You raised your other hand up high to avoid it, still clutching the late blooming bud he’d picked for you.

The pink-haired devil brought you to a stop and nodded out at the setting sun with an unreadable look, “I’m sure you won’t be able to take your eyes away from it. I couldn’t, my first time seeing the sun disappear.” At his suggestion you turned your head to watch, barely aware of the way their tail wrapped around your hips to keep you close.

It was captivating as the sun began to fall further beyond the horizon, the hues of the day gradually shifting both in the sky and sea before your eyes. Golds, reds, pinks, and purples all chased after the light, leaving behind a blue as cold as the water felt. In what seemed like an instant, it was over too soon—not a trace left of the glorious sun that never set back in the heavens you called home. Strangely enough, your body tensed with heavy feelings. As if you were saying goodbye to a part of you. You stood staring out at the graying ocean for a long while, until the cold water lapping against your skin felt no different from the air.

“How was it?” he gently broke the silence. You felt his hand move to rest over your own, cradling the flower still between your fingers. The heat of his touch guided you to meet his gaze.

“Breathtaking, I think,” you whispered with a frown as you looked up at him. “And a bit sad? All that warmth disappeared—I’m not sure how to feel.”

“Breathtaking as the sun is, you’ll find on earth that some flowers show their true beauty without its watchful eye, my little angel,” he said to reassure you. The bud in your shared grasp opened slowly at his words, its tapered white petals unfurling to reveal pale lavender edges as the sky darkened further. His fingers traced behind your ear before he tucked the flower among the strands of your hair, seeming to admire it. “You’d never have known if you’d only stayed those few moments.”

You searched his eyes as his hand lingered at your cheek. Just as when you first met, there was no malice in their voice. A devil who appreciated your god’s work felt unheard of. From Ren's intense gaze he looked as if he revered them. He must've been a kindred soul—or the equivalent of a soul in demons. You wanted to know more about him as well, not just mortals. 

Their fangs gleamed in the faint moonlight when you quietly asked, “What else can you show me?”