#john 117 fluff
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I gasped really loudly when I saw your post, can I request a thing with our baby girl, Master Chief? Like something cute with him reuniting with his s/o, or just something with him getting all the love?
i'm so glad we are on the same page about master chief being baby girl <3
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goodnight n go
(you should listen to the slow version of goodnight n go by ariana)
master chief, John 117 x gen!reader
wc: 1473
warnings: none, just excruciating fluff
~*~*~*~
You were used to the wait.
You were used to the constant pining and apprehension that would seep through you every time you watched John walk into those battle ships, never knowing if the glimmer of his armor would be the last thing you would see of him.
Every time he left, you would just hope that he would return, and that you would be in his arms sooner rather than later. You could say that it has gotten slightly easier over the years, since John seemed to be made of luck. He always came back in one piece. Maybe a couple of scratches here or there, but he always came back to you.
Typically, when John was on his missions, you would keep yourself busy by overworking yourself in order to keep your rambling thoughts at bay. At first, your supervisors were wary about how much you were working yourself. But over time, they either gave up trying to convince you to go home, or realized how much it helped you to stay busy, to stay moving. You had to, otherwise you would go crazy just thinking about all of the danger John puts himself in every day. It didn’t matter if he was gone a few days, a week, or even a month. The time he spent away from you always felt like an eternity.
You were now standing in the loading dock, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, hands clasped behind your back, looking out at the runway.
Homecoming days were always your favorite, and you always arrived at the dock much earlier than needed in order to greet the Blue team just as they arrived back on Reach. You’re pretty sure the other Spartans poke fun at John for it, but you couldn’t care less.
You’ve probably been waiting for a little over forty-five minutes when you finally see that familiar pelican flying towards you. You know it’s him and his team because of the bright red Firebird painted on the nose of the ship.
The ship starts to land and gusts of wind make your hair ruffle, ruining all of the time and effort you put into it to look presentable. You quickly forget about your hair state when the door of the pelican slides open and those familiar Mjolnir shoes peak out, and begin descending the ramp.
John is always the last to exit, so as the other Spartan start to pass you, you briefly acknowledge them with a slight nod, but your eyes never leave the ship. They’re only looking for him.
Finally, finally you see the gold tint of his helmet’s visor and the infamous green glint of his armor.
Your feet have a mind of their own when they start moving towards him, breaking into a light job. Your face breaks into a breathtaking smile and when you finally reach John, you basically crash into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. You hear him slightly laugh through the comms from his helmet, and he returns your hug, lifting you off the ground with ease as he holds you tight.
“Hey, bug.” He sets you down gently, and runs a gloved hand down your head, cupping your cheek. His thumb softly moving back and forth on your warm skin.
You bring your hand up to his, and grasp it as you smile up at him, “Hey, you.”
~*~*~*~
A few hours later you find yourself in front of John’s door, waiting for him to let you in. It’s been a few hours since he touched down on Reach. You gave him some time to un-suit from his armor, debrief HQ, among other things. He’s a busy man, and there’s always at least one official that needs to talk to him.
Luckily for you, the mission he was just on wasn’t super long, and also not as critical as his past missions. Therefore, the debriefs didn’t take up the whole day like they usually do, and he was back at his apartment at a reasonable time (for once).
Which leads you to now, standing at his door, once again rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.
The door finally swings open, revealing a smiling John, and he ushers you inside. He places his hand on the small of your back as you walk into his living room, making small talk about your walk over to his place.
It’s evening now, and John has the low lights turned on in his living room, giving the impression that his home is glowing. The comforting atmosphere wraps around you like a blanket as you go to sit down on his couch.
“So, what do you want to do? I have dinner made for us, but afterwards is completely up to you.” You run your hand down his arm, touched that he thought to make dinner for you. He was surprisingly a great chef, something you weren’t expecting when you first started dating.
“That’s an after-dinner worry, let’s eat then figure it out.” John lightly laughs and agrees.
You spend most of dinner asking him about his mission and he tells you all that he can (seeing that most of his missions are classified). It’s one of your favorite pastimes. He’s been all over the galaxy, to so many different planets and places and you love to hear all about these adventures through his eyes. You sometimes wish he would take you with him to these far-off places, no matter how unrealistic that is.
You guys decide to keep it simple and watch a movie after dinner, so you wrap yourselves under two big blankets, and John tucks you under his arm, your head resting on his chest. You can feel the rhythm of his breathing as his chest moves up and down. His steady heartbeat thrums through his chest, once again reminding you that he’s real and not a figment of your imagination. The laundry detergent that lingers on his clothes makes a feeling of ease wash over you because it always reminds you that you’re safe and that he’s here with you and that he’s okay, alive.
Your hand rests on his upper abdomen, and you can feel the taught ridges of his abs underneath his black t-shirt. You absentmindedly trace circles on him with your fingers and you feel his hand do the same on your shoulder. Your leg is thrown over his lap, and there is no inch of you that is not pressed up against John. You are completely and utterly wrapped up in each other, not even a piece of paper could fit between you guys. His hand comes up to rub your hair, and you feel him kiss the crown of your head.
“I missed you a lot, you know.” His chest rumbles as he confesses this and your heart warms at the sentiment, a slight smile pulls at your lips.
You squeeze him, and feel his arm tighten around you. You move to sit up straighter so you can look at him and your hand cups his face, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble that’s grown since he’s been gone.
You confess, “Me too,” then lean in to kiss him.
He deepens the kiss as his hand gently cups the back of your head. You and John exist in this diminutive pocket of time where it’s just you two, and nothing else. You find yourself slipping into this space whenever you’re with him, and never wanting your time here to end. Never wanting to enter the reality in which he leaves again. You push those thoughts away for now though, and just continue to exist as you are with him.
You finally break away from each other, and you smile at him, taking in every detail of his face. Your thumb traces over the scar that starts above his left eye, and continues down the side of his temple. You leave a kiss there.
Next, your eyes flit over to the jagged scar in the hollow of his cheek. Your lips softly press down there, tracing the line of the wound he got many years ago. When you reach the end of it, your lips are at the corner of his, and you place one last kiss there.
You break away, and quietly say, “I’m glad you’re here.” He gives you a longing look, his eyes flitting to yours and his hand smooths down your hair as he replies, “Me too.”
~*~*~*
You and John spend the remainder of the night wrapped up in each other, getting lost in each other’s touches and confessions, finding simple pleasure in just being able to be close to one another.
You think to yourself, the wait is always worth it for moments like these.
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Shore Leave
Summary! Captain Lasky orders the Master Chief a two week shore leave. Overwhelmed by his lack of armor and unused to the flow of civilian traffic, he parks himself on a bench and meets you.
Pairings! Master Chief x Reader
Set after the events of Halo 4 and influenced from my love of the game and how good season 2 of the TV series. I wanted to try my hand at something new. I hope you enjoy.
Part 2 -> HERE Part 3 -> HERE
Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra 117, or John to his friends - the few he had left, cautiously strode through the throngs of civilians. Captain Lasky had ordered him a full two weeks shore leave, no combat, no weapon, no MJOLNIR. Lasky had suggested he take some time to himself, grieve if he needed to after fighting for so long with little reprieve in between battles. To be honest, John wasn't sure what he should do with his time. Despite being one of the last of the original Spartans, the chief had hardly ever been completely alone.
Cortana. She'd always been there, a soft hum in the back of his mind, and John wasn't proud enough to admit that he felt a little lost without her.
Even though the armorless spartan towered above the crowd, he began to feel surrounded, overwhelmed with how densely packed the city was. He wasn't used to being out of his armor, and it made him feel naked, vulnerable in a way that John didn't like. Luckily, he spotted a bench not too much farther away, situated at the beginning of what looked like a small park. John sat heavily, back straight and blue eyes casting around as he took deep breaths to regulate his breathing.
No one bothered him, and John took the time to watch the hoards of civilians go to and fro. He watched couples hold hands, and families carefully guide their children along the sidewalks, each man and woman heading to whatever their destination may be. After a while, and now that John had been able to relax a little, he realized that he enjoyed watching the flow and allowed his mind to wander.
Could he ever have something like this? Such a mundane and easy life, never worrying if the next battle he faced would be his last. If he would ever see his brothers and sisters again? Would he ever live such a simple existence where his only fear is missing the train? The Master Chief doesn't think that he could, not when so much of himself has been lost to war and death. Not when it was his duty to protect the civilians here so that they could have that life.
“Sir, you've been sitting here a while now. Can I help you with anything?”
John is brought out of his thoughts by the soft voice. He turns his head and sees that you have somehow snuck up on him, and he silently berates himself for not noticing. However, you had asked him a question, and the Chief didn't want to come off as rude.
“No, ma'am. Just…watching,” He says slowly, and he feels his cheeks heat up a bit. Was that odd to say? John didn't know, but he felt reassured when he spots the smile that curled your lips.
“Well, good. I don't think I’d be strong enough to haul you anywhere if there was something wrong,” you say, and huff a little at your own words.
John doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't have any kind of experience with civilians, not like this, anyway. He wracks his brain for something to say and wishes that Cortana was still here to walk him through this.
However, you don't seem to mind his silence. Instead, you sit back on the bench and look out at the busy stream of people. You are quiet for a while, but the spartan is prepared when you speak up again.
“I like to people watch too. Makes you feel a little less alone in the universe, ya know?” You say and grin again, suddenly scooting down the bench to sit beside the big man who seemed far too lonely when you'd seen him outside the café across the street.
John tenses, not expecting to have you so close, but he doesn't deny that feeling the heat from where your arm is pressed into his feels…nice. He nods slowly, agreeing with your quiet statement.
“It makes you realize that you aren't the only one out there having a hard time, or becoming successful, or even falling in love. We are all human, and even if it doesn't seem like it, we're all in this together,” you pause, and then your smile becomes a bit mischievous.
“And it's kind of fun to make up stories about them.”
John blinks, a bit confused about that. He turns and looks down at his guest, feeling his cheeks heat up again when he sees you looking right back, eyes cheerful and face far too close to his own. He looks away quickly and sits up straight from his slight slouch.
‘What do you mean?”
Bravely, you lean into his space and gesture subtly at an older couple that are walking down the sidewalk, a heated discussion going on between them. The man looks annoyed as his wife babbles on about who knows what, and you giggle softly and say.
“She's probably upset because her husband - they are definitely married, by the way - forgot to take out the trash. Look at him, he's heard this a thousand times.”
John takes in the look of fond exasperation that paints the older man's expression, squinting his eyes to try and see it the way you are. It doesn't make much sense to him, but he thinks he understands.
You poke your new friend in the arm and nod your head at a gaggle if girl's who are giggling and fawning over a data pad.
“They're probably looking at the cute boy who invited one of them to prom. Or maybe a famous celebrity crush.”
You point out a few other civilians, and one or two of your little stories get the stoic man to crack a tiny smile, and eventually relax again, even with you pressed so close to his side. It feels good to have someone near. Someone who can so easily take up the quiet space that he still isn't used to feeling. The Master Chief finds that he rather likes your company and would like to know more about you.
John finally speaks up again when there is a lul in the rather one-sided conversation, turning to face you completely.
“Do you think you could show me more?”
You take in the careful way he asks, the soft timbre of his voice, and you find yourself nodding easily, and you offer your hand, introducing yourself properly.
“I'd love to. My name is _.”
The Spartan carefully takes your offered hand and marvels at just how small it is compared to his own. He meets your gaze, his blue eyes striking in the city lights.
“My name is John.”
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Love Letters
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This is just a fun little gift for/brainrot with my lovely @chaoticgeminate who helped me plan out the idea and cheered me on. Love you darling! 💖
You never intended to actually admit your feelings to Master Chief. But your supervisor meddled, he knows, and you might be having anxiety. A silly cute one shot about developing feelings.
John-117/Master Chief x f!reader
Warnings: swearing, mild implied violence, tooth rotting fluff, Blue Team Supremacy
Word count: 5.7k
“You did what?!” You stared at your supervisor with horrified eyes, hands gripping the edge of your console too tight.
“I delivered that letter.” Your supervisor, Melinda, was a good supervisor. She ran a tight group. She was also a troublemaker who meddled and had a secret romantic side.
Which she had apparently used to send a letter that was never actually meant to be sent!
“Why?” You couldn’t keep the weight of despair out of your voice, half-pleading for her to be pranking you.
Melinda shrugged. “It was a nice letter. Very sweet. If nothing else, he deserves to know.”
“No! He was never meant to know!” You pried your hands off the metal and debated the merits of strangling Melinda. Pro: they’d court martial you so you would never have to face Master Chief. Con: you’d end up on a work colony planet and probably get shivved within days.
Fine, no strangling Melinda. Yet.
“Why not? I think your crush is adorable.” Melinda smirked in that particularly infuriating way she had.
You made a wordless noise of protest and despair, letting your head fall to your station with a little thunk.
“Go walk it off,” Melinda told you, slapping your back. (Ow.) “Take a break. That’s not a suggestion.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You sighed and stood as she walked away, trudging away from your station. Not that you had anywhere in particular in mind to go. The ship was not small, after all. But you had been told to walk it off, so… Walking it was.
At least until you rounded a corner and damn near ran into a very familiar armored individual. All you had to do was spot that particular shade of green and you damn near jumped out of the way.
“Sorry, sir!” Okay, so maybe you squeaked a bit, but. Really. You could not be blamed. Your heart couldn’t take this kind of stress, especially not with the stunt Melinda pulled earlier.
But Master Chief just nodded to you and continued on his way. Only once he was out of sight did you deflate with a whoosh, leaning back against the wall.
Okay. Either he hadn’t read the letter, or he hadn’t gotten it yet, or he had read it but was just ignoring you. What if you’d made him uncomfortable? What if he didn’t even know how to respond and you just fucked things up?
You groaned and covered your face with your hands. You were never going to recover from this disaster.
–
There was a letter on his floor. An actual, physical letter. Hardly anyone used those anymore - he’d used a notepad maybe a handful of times to take notes. (And once as a distraction. It made a lot of noise and left some very confused Unggoy.)
Point being, John was fairly certain he’d never received a physical letter in his life. But the envelope said “Master Chief” on the outside. And it had been left in his room.
He sat at the desk and opened it, fingers working carefully at the envelope to get the paper out.
The first thing he noticed was the handwriting. A little curly, a little scratched, it was almost… endearing.
And then he actually read the letter.
And stopped.
John was aware that some people found him attractive. While it wasn’t something he had ever encouraged or discouraged, not really, it wasn’t something he entirely understood, either. It was very rare that he thought of people in terms of attraction.
But this… This was not that. Not quite. This was far more emotional. In fact, the writer admitted to having not seen him without the helmet.
This was not physical attraction. This was something different.
He had no idea what to do with it.
For now, he folded it up and carefully tucked it away in his desk. Using every privacy protocol he knew of, he went into the database to search for reference material.
Half of which were old movies and shows revolving around the sending and receiving of these letters, usually with comedic or dramatic aspects.
John would never, ever admit to having watched one of them. It’s not like he needed a lot of sleep anyway.
But he was still at a loss as to what to do. Did he write back? Did he find this person and talk to them face to face? The sources available to him were… unclear on proper protocol.
His Spartans, he knew, would be no help with this. For various reasons. Not least of which being that they’d tease the hell out of him. So, alternate sources needed.
(And he couldn’t help the flash of pain at the thought that Cortana would have an answer, she’d find an answer for him, she always had answers–)
Captain Lasky had proven himself trustworthy and discreet. While not John’s first choice, he would do if further research yielded no results.
With a sigh, John closed everything down for the night. He needed sleep. At least a little sleep. Not sleeping led to being forced to take downtime, which was… a bad thing. A very bad thing.
He laid down and stared up at the ceiling, systematically going through his body and making sure there were no noteworthy aches. Then he closed his eyes.
The last conscious thought he had was that he liked your handwriting.
–
John purposely waited until after his next mission to bring up the letter. He had already decided this was a conversation he needed to have with the helmet on.
So, after debrief, instead of taking Lasky’s usual dismissal, John shifted his weight. “There is one more thing.”
Lasky looked up at him with a faint, concerned frown. “Speak freely, Chief.”
“A Spartan received a letter.” John spoke slowly, weighing each word. He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to reveal the whole situation just yet. “Of a… personal nature.”
Lasky grimaced. “If someone needs to be spoken to–”
“No.” John tipped his head to the side. “It wasn’t a bad letter.”
Lasky blinked, caught off guard, and nodded slowly. “Then what is the concern of this Spartan?”
This would be the hard part. John stuck to the same tactic, in hopes it worked. “None of us are aware of proper protocols for responding to such letters, Captain.”
Lasky was completely silent for a long moment. And then he lifted one hand to rub his forehead, muttering to himself. (John knew he wouldn’t have been able to hear without his enhanced hearing.) “I am not equipped to handle this talk…” Lasky drew in a deep breath and looked back up at John. “Let me see if I have this right. A Spartan received a personal letter, but not an inappropriate one. I’m guessing a love letter or a confession letter of some kind. And… you want to know how to respond.”
“Correct, sir.” John didn’t move.
Lasky sighed. “Well. There are a couple ways to respond, I suppose, depending on how the Spartan in question feels. If they’re uncomfortable, they can ignore the letter or turn the person down. Or if the… feelings are accepted, they can write a return letter or tell this person face to face.”
“What would the contents of a return letter be?” John frowned, yet again glad the helmet was concealing his expression.
Lasky looked like he would rather be doing anything else. “That’s up to the person writing. Granted, letters haven’t been common for centuries, but… Stating your own feelings is pretty typical, or inviting the person to continue writing. Some people find it easier to write their feelings than say them out loud.”
John turned this new information over in his mind before he nodded once. “Understood. Thank you, sir.”
“Chief?”
John paused, half-turned away from the captain, and tipped his head back that direction.
“Let me know if this becomes a problem. Otherwise, I’ll assume all is well and I will not go looking for more paperwork.”
John nodded his understanding of that and left. He was scheduled to get out of the armor now and have some time to fuel and sleep.
But maybe…
Stepping into the Brokkr to get the armor removed was second nature by now, and John barely paid attention to the machinery whirring around him. He was instead still puzzling over the letter in his mind.
Lasky’s explanation had been sufficient for him to move forward.
Walking around the ship without armor always left John feeling exposed. He was so used to being in the armor, being a soldier, that being without was… odd. Fortunately, it happened infrequently enough that he still had some anonymity - although it was clear he was a Spartan, most of the crew didn’t equate him to the Master Chief outside of his armor. And that was just fine with him.
The mess was busy when he entered, but nobody bothered him as he took a tray, gathered food, and sat at an empty table well off to the side. Just as he preferred.
He spotted you sitting at a table not too far away, datapad in front of you, tray forgotten to one side. He watched as your brow furrowed, as you hunched closer to the screen as if that would help you, as you scrolled through whatever you were reading with just the very tip of your tongue poking between your lips.
He’d never spoken to you, but he had looked you up after reading the letter. Clean service record, glowing compliments from multiple supervisors. You’d been in communications your entire career, and you were, by all accounts, good at it.
Despite the clear fluster you’d shown that day you’d run into him.
He tipped his head to the side a little, watching you mutter under your breath as you did… something on the datapad. You were… different. Cute, maybe. He didn’t have much of a frame of reference for cute. Or attractive.
When you finally looked up from your datapad, John was carefully not watching you. You seemed totally oblivious to having been observed for the better part of five minutes, and started eating with half your attention.
Depositing his tray after he was done, John made his way back to his room. He knew how he needed to proceed.
–
You weren’t paying attention as you walked back to your bunk, which was… not unusual. You shared with three others, and you all had rotating schedules, so you could usually get at least a little time to yourself.
But the crinkle of something underfoot when you stepped into your bunk was new. Frowning, you looked down.
There was a letter. On the floor. Partially under your foot.
Heart suddenly racing into overtime, you bent to pick it up. It was addressed to you in unfamiliar, blocky handwriting. This did not help your pulse at all, which was still thrumming hard and fast.
Double checking that you were alone, you dropped down to sit on your bed and opened the envelope with shaking fingers.
The letter was short, and for a moment your gaze caught on the name at the end.
John. John.
…Wait. John-117. Master Chief.
You were definitely going to murder Melinda.
Your letter was very kind, if unexpected. I've never received a letter like this before, and was uncertain how to respond.
I don't know you, but I would like to, time permitting. If you would like to remain discreet, further letters would be welcome. I am also open to suggestions.
Regards,
You stared at the letter unblinkingly for several moments. He… hadn't turned you down. He hadn't said no.
He'd… said yes?
You carefully put the letter back away. Put your face in your hands. And squealed.
Okay. Maybe you wouldn't kill Melinda, after all.
But wait. Now you had to decide what to do! Tipping over sideways, you hid your face in your pillow and shrieked. Just a little bit. (The walls weren't that thick, after all.)
…Wait. Now you had to figure out how to reply.
You were so fucked.
–
It took you three days to write a return letter to him. Partially because you had to figure out how to say what you wanted to say (and you definitely ended up scrapping two pieces of paper). Partially because work required actual focus, and you couldn’t always goof off. And partially just because it took you a bit to gather your nerves.
You’d never really intended to confess your feelings to Chief. To John. You were still figuring out how you felt about having been outed, more or less.
Finally, though, you gave up and just wrote the damn thing. It was late, you were mildly sleep deprived and running on a bit of liquid courage.
John,
I hope you don’t mind if I call you John now. I have one more confession to make.
I wrote the letter, yes, but I never actually sent it. I’m… a little intimidated now that you know. I really hope I haven’t overstepped.
But I would really like to get to know you. Whatever way you’re comfortable with, really. Letters are good with me. Honestly, they’re probably more coherent. I can ramble on for a long time if nobody stops me in person, my supervisor teases me about it sometimes.
I work in Communications, so my shifts tend to be pretty predictable. I’ve got the early shift at the moment - 0600 to 1500. It’s not bad, really, but it does mean I tend to go to bed early. I rarely have plans after my shifts. Although I do like to wander the ship. I have definitely gone into areas I was not supposed to. It’s kinda fun.
Alright, maybe I can ramble on paper just as well as I can in person.
I know your schedule tends to be a little unpredictable, so I guess just let me know if you want to do anything? Or we can stick to letters. Whatever you’re comfortable with.
Sincerely,
You didn’t let you second guess yourself, folding the letter and sealing the envelope. You stood, ready to go deliver it right then.
And realized you actually had no idea where his quarters were.
You stood there, stumped, momentary panic flashing through you. This was a terrible idea.
Your datapad chimed, and you set the letter down to check your datapad instead.
You haven’t given me an update on your letter to Chief! Did he ever respond? If you need to go bug him, all the Spartans are on S-deck. He’s in 117, of course. Just walk like you belong and nobody will bother you. Have fun! :D
Sometimes you were really tempted to kill Melinda… but she had her uses.
One more deep breath to settle your nerves and you started for the nearest elevator, letter shoved into your pocket so you wouldn’t fiddle with it. Fortunately, there were plenty of directional signs on the ship. Which made sense, considering the size of the bloody thing.
It also suited you well in finding S-deck.
The elevator opened onto S-deck, and you stepped out cautiously. But nobody was around, not right then. Swallowing, you took a quick look around before you started walking. The first fork you came to was fortunately labeled: quarters to the left, rec room and gym to the right. You could hear activity from the right, but fortunately you needed to go left anyway.
The doors were all clearly labeled. Some few had actual personality on the outside - one person had attached some stickers to the outside of the door, while another had painted the numbers green.
Room 117 was in a little ways, but you found it. The door was plain, unadorned. You had no idea if he was in there or not.
But this was enough bravery for one day. You crouched and pushed the letter under his doorway, making sure it was all the way through and couldn’t be seen from outside the door.
Then you turned and very calmly fled.
(You didn’t even notice a Spartan further down the hall, eyes narrowed and focused on you. You turned a corner and vanished from sight, and the speculative gaze turned to Chief’s door instead. Hmm.)
–
John didn’t outwardly react as Linda fell into step next to him. She’d speak her piece in her own time, there was no point in rushing her.
“Did you know you got a letter, Chief?”
John didn’t break stride. But only through sheer force of habit. “I was unaware.” Which was true - he hadn’t been back to his quarters yet. But he had kind of hoped that he would find a letter.
“But you’re not surprised.”
Damn. He had hoped she wouldn’t pick up on that. The alternative was worse, so John just didn’t answer.
“John.”
“Linda.”
She didn’t huff, didn’t demand. Just kept steady pace with him. Metaphorically wearing him down.
Although, if he really wanted to be stubborn, that could take a long time.
John made the turn down to his quarters, weighing pros and cons. Then he nodded once and hit the button to unlock his door.
Sure enough, there was a letter just inside the door. He picked it up and then stepped out of the way, inviting Linda in with nothing more than a tilt of his head. She stepped through after him.
“This is the second letter I’ve received.” John tucked the letter, unread, into his desk. He would not be reading it with company present.
“Who from?”
“Does it matter?”
“Nobody uses letters anymore.” Her head tilt was all curiosity. And when Linda was actually curious about something, she dug until she got what she wanted.
There were a few different ways he could handle this. He could pull rank and tell her to back off. And she would. But it would not be graceful. That was his least favorite option, honestly. Any of his Spartans deserved better from him.
So he chose a variation of the truth.
“It’s personal.”
“Someone wrote you a personal letter.” The surprise coloring her tone was very faint, but there.
“Yes.”
“And you’re aware who it is.”
“Yes.” John didn’t move, watching her closely.
The two remained locked in a stalemate for a full minute, completely silent. Linda wasn’t willing to back down entirely. John wasn’t willing to give her more information just to assuage her curiosity.
Then Linda smirked, a faint tick of her lips, an expression that had John instantly on guard. “I’m sure it will be easy to find her name,” she murmured. “I’ll recognize her when I see her again.”
Shit. If Linda had seen you leaving the letter, then she would find you again. It would just be a matter of time.
And, intended or not, Linda could be… intense. They all could. John knew that, he’d seen the way the crew sometimes eyed them, unsure how to interact.
But he didn’t want Linda scaring you, even inadvertently. So he made a concession.
“You do not approach her about this. You do not investigate her.” He stared her down, waiting until she nodded her agreement to continue. Then he gave her your name.
Linda nodded once. “What is your end goal here?”
John shrugged, a tiny movement that nonetheless conveyed everything it needed to. Linda frowned a tiny bit, almost disapproving, before she released her breath in her version of a laugh.
“Don’t do anything foolish, John.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he drawled, completely dry.
Linda shook her head, just a little, and bumped her shoulder into his as she walked back out of his room.
John finally sat at his desk, pulling the letter out. Your handwriting was still a little chaotic, moreso than last time. As if you’d been writing in a hurry. He read the letter quickly the first time and then slowed, reading it again. Unbidden, his lips quirked.
Well. Your rambling, as you called it, was not anything that bothered John. If anything, he found it endearing.
Maybe he should mention that? Would it help to put you at ease?
Shaking his head a little at himself, John debated how to answer.
–
“Is that her?”
A tiny nod.
A single grunt. Keen eyes observed every movement, every flicker of emotion.
“She’s soft.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Another grunt, quiet, contemplative.
It wasn’t until their quarry moved that they did.
“Think this will work?”
A soft sound, almost a laugh. “Chief is stubborn.”
A huff of acknowledgement. Really, that was all that needed to be said.
–
You groaned softly as you walked down a hallway, rolling your shoulders. It had been a long shift fighting with some misaligned repeaters. Coordinating with Engineering was always a pain, and today had been somehow even more aggravating than normal. Your shoulders ached with lingering tension, and you didn’t want to deal with people yet.
So, wandering the ship it was. You may have sneaked through a Jeffries tube to get two decks down without having to take the elevator. Look, nobody caught you at it, it was fine.
You weren’t even sure where you were going, but it felt good to just… go. Especially when you stuck to quieter corridors and less populated areas.
You’d find your way back. You always did. Not like you could get that far, after all.
Coming to a crossroads (and signposts), you blinked when you realized you were almost to the aft observatory. Well. That was… something. Huffing a little at yourself, you continued down that hallway, stepping quietly into the observatory.
It was empty, and you breathed out a little sigh of relief, sinking down to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling viewports. The quiet and the calm helped, your shoulders easing down into a more relaxed position.
The door opened behind you and your heart plummeted. Maybe they’d leave. Or at least leave you alone. The floor shook a little under heavy, even footsteps, stopping next to you. You looked up… and up… and up, finally into a golden visor. You blinked, caught completely off guard.
“May I?” His voice was low and deep and calm, soothing to your nerves. Somehow.
“Oh! Sure! There are benches if you prefer.” You shrugged, a little bashful, still staring up at him.
He merely lowered himself to the floor next to you, surprisingly dexterous for a man wearing nearly half a ton of armor. (Not that you’d gone and looked up all the information you could get your grubby little mitts on about the Mjolnir armor.)
“Did you know I was here?” You tipped your head to look up at him, curious more than anything.
His head dipped in a nod, a little hesitant.
“Huh.” You blinked and then ducked your head. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here for me,” you murmured, warm, heart fluttering in your chest.
“I wanted to.” Still that even tone, matter of fact. But still soothing.
You nodded, peeking up at him again. He had shifted the tiniest bit, arms braced on his thighs, helmet forward again. Giving you space, you realized with a warm swell of startled affection.
“I think this is only the third time I’ve been here,” you started slowly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His head tipped, indicating he was listening. “The first time was an accident. I couldn’t sleep, just got switched from the overnight shift to first shift.” You paused to chuckle. “Had a few very blurry days before I adjusted, that was awful. But I was wandering around, must’ve been after midnight, and kind of blindly stumbled in here. It was so quiet - just the air filtration system, really. I sat down, figuring I’d do a bit of reading, and woke up with an awful crick in my neck and my alarm going off. Had to book it back up to communications.”
His shoulders bounced once in what might have been a laugh.
“Can I…?” You looked more fully at him, a little shy, a little hesitant. “Do you want me to tell you more?”
He nodded. “Whatever you can share.”
“You’re going to regret that one day,” you warned him with a little laugh. “I told you I can ramble.”
“I don’t mind.” He didn’t move, still relaxed, still waiting on you.
So you started telling him about another one of your rambles.
“...and I really wasn’t planning on going all the way to the hangers,” you told him, trying (and failing) to hide your mirth. “Especially not from the ceiling.”
“The Jeffries actually opened into the hanger?” He sounded… something. Dismayed? Disgusted? Something.
“Apparently, they weren’t supposed to.” You paused. “But that one definitely did. Spent a few minutes clinging to the ladder inside the tube. There was a lot of panicked shouting. They eventually got out a ladder that reached and got me down. The whole tube had to be closed for maintenance for four days before they found the malfunction. After Captain Lasky gave me the dressing down of my life, he grudgingly admitted it was a good thing I found that malfunction before it became a problem.”
John’s chest practically vibrated, his chuckle so quiet you could barely hear it. “That was you?”
“Oh god, you’ve heard of that?” You dropped your head, hiding behind your hands, though you were laughing. “How’d you know?”
“Roland almost asked me to go, decided on a Spartan-IV instead.”
You giggle-snorted, covering your eyes. “They were debating the merits of sending someone up with a jetpack to grab me until one of the Pelican mechanics found the ladder.” You paused purely for effect, peeking up at him between your fingers. “I never managed to tell them I’m afraid of heights.”
That time you heard the chuckle, low and rumbling and wonderful. You hid your face again until you could contain your own laughter.
Finally, though, you checked the time, dismayed to see how late it had gotten. (Well. Late for you, because you were the most boring person on this entire ship.)
“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” You twisted your fingers together, peering up at him, caught between worry and hope.
“No.” He shifted, facing you a little more directly. But still giving you space. Still giving you time.
“Okay.” You paused, chewing on your lower lip. “Have you eaten?”
He shook his head, silent, watchful.
“Do you want to?” You were quick to continue as the implications of what you’d just asked caught up with you. “We don’t have to, of course, or another time, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He paused and then his head jerked around to the doorway. “Later,” he said, getting to his feet with a fluid grace you frankly envied. But his hand reached back down to you, helping you to your feet like you weighed nothing. (To a Spartan, you didn’t.)
“Okay.” You weren’t going to push. Not about anything, really, but definitely not about this.
“Lasky’s calling Blue Team.” He offered the explanation without prompting.
Something in your chest relaxed, some anxiety you hadn’t even named. “I hope you won’t be late.”
“I won’t.” He sounded so easily confident, like he could bend the universe around him to his will. You half-believed he could. “Here.” He held out a letter to you. Where it had come from, you had no idea, but you took it with barely trembling fingers.
“I’ll see you soon?” You tried to keep the hope out of your voice. You failed.
He nodded once to you before he turned and strode out of the room, quick and purposeful. You stood frozen until the door closed behind him.
(Outside the door, the rest of Blue Team fearlessly faced down John, having kept everyone else away from the room so he could have his time. His head dipped, the barest amount, in recognition and thanks. They fell in behind him to make their way to Lasky. No words were needed.)
–
That meeting seemed to have signaled some kind of break in the ice between you and John. He found you more often than not after your shifts. Sometimes you two walked and talked. Sometimes you found a place to sit - the aft observatory became a favorite with you two. Sometimes you even had a meal together, although those times were more rare. John was still shy about being with you without the armor.
That was okay. He could take as much time as he wanted. You weren’t actually trying to jump him. You genuinely liked his company, no matter what he was wearing.
(When you told him so, quietly, one night while the two of you had a late snack in the observatory, his cheeks went pink and he ducked his head. But he also bundled you up into a hug before he left, which was warm and firm and the absolute best thing ever.)
And you may not have been the smartest person on board, or the most observant, but even you couldn’t miss the way the rest of Blue Team hung around. You made sure to wave at them any time you saw them. Not that you got a response out of them, most of the time, but still. You liked them.
Especially after Kelly grabbed a letter from you as you were taking it to John’s room and bolted away. You found out later that John had been sent on an unexpected mission, and Kelly had just gotten the letter to him before he’d gotten in the Pelican.
You kind of assumed that meant they liked you, too.
But it wasn’t all good all the time.
While John was gone on this super secret mission, comms went down to most of the rest of the universe. Meaning a pileup of crew who had messages they wanted to send home who couldn’t.
And it was nobody’s fault. But somehow you were blamed (and the rest of the communications staff). The whole department was working around the clock to get it fixed, but it looked like the problem wasn’t even with the Infinity, but with a relay elsewhere in space.
Meaning there was quite literally nothing you could do.
But a handful of ODSTs didn’t like that answer.
“I got people to talk to back home,” one of them, the ringleader of their little group, grumbled at you. He was taller than you, using his height to try to tower over you. (That might have worked a few months ago, but now? Not a chance. John had inadvertently seen to that.)
“I told you, there’s nothing I can do,” you insisted. But you took a step back, hoping you could escape to the mess or somewhere else populated. “The problem isn’t on the ship, and we’re not headed towards the relay to fix it.”
“Yeah? Why not? You think it’s okay to just make us wait?” The ringleader took a step closer to you.
“That’s not–of course not!” You puffed up as much as you could. Which was… not a lot. “You think we don’t have family, too?”
“I don’t think you do,” one of the others jeered, just to be cruel.
But the remark still landed, and you still flinched. The other two drew in closer, like wolves scenting blood.
“Seriously,” you tried again, pushing your shoulders down and back, “if you have a problem with the outage, talk to my CO. She’ll tell you the same thing I did. There’s nothing we can do until another ship gets to the relay.” You did your very best to glare them down.
Either your glaring skills had improved or they got tired of taunting you, because one of them nudged the ringleader, and they all backed off in a hurry. Actually, it looked like they scrambled away from you. Which was… confusing. But. Hey! It worked!
Turning, you hummed as you continued on to the mess. You really needed food now.
(Behind you, Fred let out a slow breath from where he’d stepped behind some machinery to get out of your line of sight, after scaring off the ODSTs. That had been close. Too close. He made a mental note to talk to Linda and Kelly about assigning you a permanent shadow until this communications issue was cleared up, or Chief got back. You had the self-preservation instincts of a lemming.)
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The first thing John wanted to do after debrief was find you. But he took the time to get de-armored first, carefully not fidgeting through the process. He got dressed and was out in record time, completely ignoring the armor techs.
He had missed you during this last mission. And that was… new. And odd. Not unacceptable, because he had felt this ache before. But it still scared him, a little, this need to see you. To be near you.
But for once, he went with it, rather than fighting it. Even though it had been a long time by now, Cortana’s words about one of them being more human than machine still rang in his mind.
He was finally making the decision to be more human.
He found you in the aft observatory, Kelly standing guard by the door. He nodded to her, and her return nod was easy. Good. No issues worth mentioning, then.
The door opened and he stepped inside, finding you immediately. You were sitting with your knees up near your chest, arms loose around your legs. You looked… sad. Lonely.
He could fix that.
John didn’t say a word as he strode over to you, not even returning your sputtered greeting as he sat behind you. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back flush to his chest so he could curl himself around you as much as physically possible. He could feel your heart beating hard, could hear your stuttered breath. But you relaxed into his hold almost immediately, curling one hand around his. John breathed out slowly, steadily.
For now, this was enough. He would need to explain more to you later. Maybe in a letter if he couldn’t get himself to speak the words.
But for now? This was all he wanted. You, safe and warm and protected in his arms, the tension leaving the both of you. He tucked his head down into the crook of your neck, listening to your heart steady out.
Yes. This was enough.
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Breeding Stud John 117
Halsey smirks, patting your stomach. You feel the urge to recoil. "You'll do nicely." She cooes. You shudder lightly.
"Don't worry, you'll want for nothing." She assures you. You know better than to protest.
"Shall I have him brought in, ma'am?" Aiden asks. Halsey sends him a curt nod. Aiden presses a button and the doors slide open.
"Help her out of her clothes. She had best be ready when he's here." Halsey instructs, as though you are nothing but a thing .... and incubator.
Which you are, in essence. You are only here because you are of proven fertility and because you have a fee desirable traits. At least, for the next mark of Spartans.
"Yes, ma'am." Aiden comes over to you and begins to 'help' you out of your clothes.
Three armoured guards come through the doors first. They are pulling heavy link chains. And they lead a huge man inside. He's naked, erection prominent, except for leather back and chest guards, to which more chains are connected.
Three more guardsmen follow him in.
"This is John 117. His system is flooded with hormones, he's bound to be.... quite feral." Halsey says. "There should be plenty of lube on the nightstand ... if he leaves you time for that." Aiden chuckles in a cruel way and finished up undressing you.
The guards make John stand in a corner, back turned to you. You notice he's got shape yet small buttocks.
Halsey and Aiden leave. The guardsmen unchain the huge Spartan, also taking off the leather chest and back guards.
"Stay in your corner until you hear the door shut. Then you can have at her." One of the guards orders. John scoffs softly. "You heard me." The guardsman gives him a prod between the shoulders with his riffle and backs off to the door, the other guards follow him, always keeping their eye on the Spartan.
Once the door closes, John turns around. His erection bobs with every movement. You can hardly look away from it. It is insanely prominent.
He's cut and veiny. He has no pubic hair, no hair running from his navel down to his groin, there is not even peach fluff on his ballsack.
He comes over to you, the only sound between you the sound of his barefeet on the concrete floor. He looks at you, too. He focusses on you, unblinking.
You back up to the bed until you feel the edge on the inside of your knees. Slowly you sit down, scooting backwards. John presses his advance, crawling onto the bed as well.
You feel your heart race in your throat.
He crawls over you, his forehead only a hair's breadth away from yours. He inhales your scent.
"J-John..." You stammer. He grunts in acknowlegement. You suspect he is beyond talking. The hormones Halsey has injected him with probably have him well beyond words. You feel a sudden pity overwhelm you. This poor man is nothing but Halsey's experiment, her plaything.
You cup John's cheek. He heaves a deep sigh and leans into it. "Oh you poor thing." You whisper. He feels feverish to the touch.
He grabs you by the shoulder, pushing you down. You begin to feel your heart in your throat again. "Be gentle." You whisper. He gives no sign of recognition.
You lay down fully, trying to get comfortable. The bed below you is rather unyielding, almost little more than an overlarge examination table.
John runs his fingers from your shoulder to your breast. His fingertips press into your soft pliant flesh, just a bit too harsh.
You take a deep breath and put your hand over his. "Gently." You whisper. John's eyes meet yours. "Gently." You repeat, soothingly.
His fingers are moderately more gentle when he gropes your other breast. "There, see, not so hard." You cooe. He plucks on your nipple and you can't help a soft moan.
You wonder if it is instinct that makes John lean in and take your nipple into his mouth. It feels good when he seals his lips over your areola. You moan softly and rake your nails through his cropped hair. John grunts against your flesh. He sucks your nipples a little too fierce, but you let him. You are long glad he doesn't skip foreplay altogether.
Tentatively you take his hand, guiding it between your legs. You wonder if he has ever touched a woman like this... Probably not...
Does he even know how to get you ready? Do you need to help him with this?
Gingerly his parts your folds and you whimper. Anticipation tightens your muscles.
John's eyes search out yours again. "G-go on." You whisper. You run your nails over his scalp and he groans ever so softly.
Carefully he presses a finger inside you. "Oh!" You can't help yourself. The intrusion does feel good.
He fucks you with one finger.
"Oh .. J-John." You whisper. It does feel kinda good. And at least he is not fully ignorant.
He adds a second finger, too. You gasp softly. He's already stretching you a little. "G-good." You try to encourage him. And then suddenly the tips of his fingers jab into your g-spot. You cry out for him.
John seems to startle, backing off. You whine at the loss. "Don't stop." You whisper. John furrows his brow.
Tentatively you bring his hand back to your folds. "Please." You try to look him in the eye. John parts your folds, his thumb brushing your clit. You moan, a little surprised. You genuinely did not expect him to be so ... proactive.
He repeats the motion. "Tha-that's so good." You whisper. You see his ears turn slightly red. "Do it again." You murmur.
John gets the clue. He keeps up the motions, circling over your clit with gentle strokes. You feel the tension seep into your muscles. Your climax is closing in on you. It is better than you expected this experience to be.
"G-gods." You whimper.
John looks down on you like a lion on a tiny deer.
He stops rubbing you, taking his own cock in hand to line himself up. Your breath catches in your throat. Even the head of his cock, pressing against your core makes you feel stretched, somehow.
"Be gentle." You whisper. John nods.
He pushes on.
You gasp, feeling like he splits you open, but in a good way. John groans and he shoves deeper into you. You moan at how great it feels to have him inside you.
He hilts and you feel it against your cervix. "G-gods." You whimper. "Do it ... oh fuck me." You whisper.
There is no more holding him back beyond that point. He retracts himself almost all the way and slams back into you.
He fucks you like a bison bull in rutt. It is sort of what you expected. Though you did not expect to like it this much. You cling to his broad shoulders, moaning with every fierce thrust.
With a loud, almost bellowing grunts, entirely unannounced, John spends himself inside you. He pumps you full of his seed. "Oh .... Oh..." You shudder when you feel how much he fills you with.
He stays inside you until he starts to grow flaccid. You whine at the loss when he pulls out.
He sits back on his haunches, looking down on you. It's like he's never seen a woman before. You wonder if you are indeed the first he's fucked...
A week later, the pregnancy test is positive. "In one go, you must be very proud." Halsey smiles brightly at you, with a smile that does not reach her cold calculating eyes.
You place your hand over your belly, trepidation coiling in your gut.
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For the Sentence Starters, I went with one from each category but feel free to pick the one that speaks the most to you. Or throw them all in a blender and see what comes out, lol! Angst: 1, Fluff: 1, Misc: 7. Oh yeah, I gave you 117 because I am clever like that. 😂😂😂
I like that! 1-1-7!
I Can't Do Anything Right
The dust swirled around the training field as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the Free-For-All Capture the Flag session.
Eight-year-old John-117 sat dejectedly on a crate, his small, muscular frame heaving with the effort of catching his breath. His MJOLNIR training suit, though downsized for children, still clung heavily to him, the dirt and sweat making it uncomfortably gritty.
Around him, other young Spartans celebrated or commiserated, their youthful faces flushed with the thrill of competition. But John was distant, staring down at his scuffed boots, a sense of failure gnawing at him.
"I can't do anything right," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration. He didn't notice Dr. Halsey approaching until she was right beside him, her expression soft yet analytical.
"What's wrong, John?" she asked, her voice carrying a gentle firmness.
John looked up, his normally bright blue eyes dimmed by defeat. "I lost, Dr. Halsey. Again. I didn’t capture the flag even once." He kicked at the ground, sending a small cloud of dust into the air.
Dr. Halsey sat beside him, her lab coat flapping slightly in the breeze. "John, losing is a part of training. What matters is what you learn from it. Tell me, what happened out there?"
He hesitated, running a hand through his short, sandy hair. "I almost had it once," he started, his voice gaining strength as he recounted the moment. "I was close to the enemy base, hiding just behind the ridge. But then Kelly came from nowhere, and she... she was just faster."
Dr. Halsey nodded, listening intently. "And what did Kelly do differently that you can learn from?"
John thought for a moment, his analytical mind turning over the events. "She’s lighter on her feet. Quieter. I think I make too much noise, and I’m not fast enough yet."
"There you go," Dr. Halsey encouraged, her voice warm with approval. "You’ve already started to figure out what you can improve. Speed and stealth. We can work on that, can't we?"
John’s face brightened a little, the spark of resolve reigniting in his eyes. "Yes, ma'am. I can do better. I’ll train harder."
Dr. Halsey stood, offering him a hand up. "That’s the spirit, John. Remember, Spartans never quit. They learn and they adapt."
John took her hand and rose, his posture straightening as if her words had physically bolstered him. "Yes, ma'am. I won’t give up."
As they walked back towards the barracks, Dr. Halsey's gaze lingered on the young Spartan. In him, she saw not just the child he was, but the leader he could become. Every setback was a step toward that future, a future she firmly believed in.
"Let's go review the video footage," she suggested. "We'll see exactly where things went wrong and how we can tweak your approach."
"Okay," John agreed, his voice firm and more confident. "I want to be better."
"And you will be," Dr. Halsey assured him with a nod. "You will be."
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Nothing 600 MG of ibu can't fix
LK 117: Captain Quaaludes
(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)(pt6)
Ya girl was NOT expecting a traumadump.
She ships it.
Man they are really pushing the "Sarah is desperate for a Positive Female Role Model."
Have you ever been gazed at with admiration by a little girl and then she told you that you're really cool and a good role model before? I have. Its mildly terrifying and looks a little bit like this. Perhaps I am projecting my own experiences.
Y'all are entirely too cute rn we're gonna have to ask you to leave.
Me, thinking about all the white dudes throughout history but especially the 18th century named John:
Honestly I don't think we've ever seen Sarah this shy/quiet/awestruck before. She either really likes the Corbins, is really jonesing for a Surrogate Mom, or both. Maybe she also sees how cute the relationship the woman who looks a bit like her has with the blonde hunk who looks a little bit like other blonde hunks she's into and that is triggering some wistful thoughts. I will spin this into S/J content I stg.
oh my god STOP IT Y'ALL WE TOLD YOU ABOUT THE PDAS
lol holy shit is this grown man pouting.
...what exactly are y'all insinuating.
Captain Molly knows all about John's Pennsylvania 6 Pounder.
*vague hand gesturing* something something edutainment.
DIC: providing children with educational programming supplied by various Rugged Hunks.
....does she have a crush on John Corbin.
How are the Corbins not the most annoying couple in Fort Tryon.
You need to stop flexing that you trapped the cutest hunk your side of the Schuylkill.
Enough of the fluff, its time for more Hunks Delivering Edutainment
Which is deadly fucking serious and will absolutely ice a 70-year-old at sea, did we mention he's literally the best hope for America to court the French.
Please stop minimizing Influenza and take a break, Benji.
"Just curious!"
Sassing Benji Franx is just one of the many privileges of being Captain.
Just for giggles! :)
Benji you have the flu, get away from the splash zone.
The angst potential in the New York Campaign is off the charts tbh. Probably one of my favorite arcs in LK.
Yeah she will
Got your load right here
#liberty's kids#sarah phillips#Molly Pitcher#Margaret Corbin#amrev#tricorn on the cob watches LK and makes inane commentary#tricorn on the cob watches LK and spins S/J moments out of thin air#tricorn on the cob watches LK and reminds y'all that the flu is fucking serious shit#tricorn watches
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Tma spoilers!!
Okay so this is going to be an analysis of Jon and Marin’s feelings! Was doing whatever and the pieces suddenly clicked
Okay so basically we all know that Jon didn’t like Martin in the beginning because of the whole dog scenario, that basically just made jon not have high hopes for anything Martin had to say or do going forward. That’s why looking at it is what tipped jon off, say if that didn’t happen they might have become closer sooner.
I’d like to say that Martin probably grew feelings around the beginning of them working together, maybe because Martin is attracted to people who hate him I have no clue. But we’ll get to when he fell in love in a second
Jon started to hate Martin less around mag 22, colony, he started to realize that Martin is an actual person with his own feelings, and that situation with Jane prentiss (idk how to spell her name) had really scarred him, hence letting him stay at the archives, but also doing such just to make sure nothing else happens to him and that he stays on track with his work. But on the other hand that’s when Martin fell in love with jon, when jon tells Martin he can stay at the archives we can literally hear martin get chocked up and flusterd at the gesture, and his feelings only grow at that point. And to add on to that mag fluff Epiphany has the conformation that Martins feelings for John were real at that point, but since Tim hadn’t noticed before and only bringing it up now his feelings would have been stronger and more obvious. And then the final strand is at 118 where we have a conformation from Martin himself that he has feelings for Jon, while telling off Elias
I feel like Jon’s feelings stared to become a thing, but he didn’t know about, in mag 56 Jon confronts Martin about lying to him and Martin explains that he lied on his cv. Then Martin mentions that after he told me Jon was smiling. That’s when I believe Jon’s feelings for Martin started to form, he was happy he had at least someone he could trust, and that’s what he needed at that moment
Now this moves us on to my favorite part, when Jon had gotten feelings.
So before we get to that part I’d like to remind you guys of the conversation between Melanie and barisa in mag 106 with the tape recorder still on, because they were talking about martins feelings for Jon and Jon’s sexuality. And hers where it gets good, mag 117, jon states that he’s listend to the tapes and i quote “I know what they talk about behind my back,”, then he mentions the and I quote “office gossip” that’s it, he’s totally listend to the tapes and knows what they said about martins feelings, that’s when he started to question his feelings of his own. But he couldn’t think about them much since he had to wax museum and blow the place up, but it sent him into a coma.
Then the last thing I’d like to mention is probably the moment when Jon’s feelings developed fully, the moment he asked Martin to run away with him, mag 154, not much to say about this one, Jon literally asked Martin to run away with him, and that’s about it! There’s also when Martin was in the lonely, mag 159, but then their daiting mag 160, so they most likely started daiting between then.
#this is way longer than I thought#enjoy experiencing what it’s like in my head#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus pod#the magnus institute#jonmartin#damn the lonely got you like that?#ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this wrenched thing
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Obi-wan Kenobi
The Mandalorian/Din Djarin
Cal Kestis
Poe Dameron
Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
Maybe others too..
🪐Dance Central:
Anyone, except Dr. Tan
🪐Five Nights at Freddy's:
Anyone? Same as in MCU
🪐Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss:
Anyone? It's the same with MCU
🪐Halo Paramount series:
Master Chief/John 117
🪐Countryhumans:
Russia🇷🇺
Czech Republic🇨🇿
USA/America🇺🇸
🪐Villainous:
Dr. Flug
🪐Ghost the band:
Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul
Rain Ghoul
Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia
🪐Kingsman:
Eggsy/Gary Unwin
Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels
Maybe others too..
🪐Disnay, Dreamworks, Pixar and etc.
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2. Tell me what do you want me write.
For example: I would like a fic where reader had a bad day and (character) is there to cheer them up.
I mostly write fluff, but there is angst sometimes too.
I don't write:
Pregnant characters or reader
Smut and other similar to this
Cheating and break ups
Plus size I'm not body shaming, I just feel uncomfortable writing about it
Wife/Husband characters or reader
If I feel uncomfortable with a fic idea, I will tell you.
3. Tell me what pronouns would you like.
If you don't mention it:
If it's for headcanons they will always be they/them.
If it's for a oneshot or other it will be probably she/her or what I would like.
4. If I wrote it please let me know what you think. It can be a like, comment or reblog.
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Hi 😊 absolutely love your work!!! Was so happy to see John x makee ❤️ can I please request where John stops her from getting shot, and actually injured kai and he’s willing to fk everyone up to save her, makee saves his life from the brute (with plasma sword and she fights amazing) He carries her on board after she got injured doing so, they realise their madly inlove , asks her to marry him. (She does) reveals she’s pregnant 🤰 lots of angst, fluff and smut? If okay x thank u 🙏 😃
Thank you so much, I am glad you enjoyed my fic.
Unfortunately, that was the only John x Makee story I felt called to write. I am happy to take some John x reader ideas though!
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The Great Armaggeon War of the Stars
The Great Armaggeon War of the Stars
by KingHyperion
A powerful ancient entity escapes imprisonment threatening to destroy everything Harry Potter holds dear, with the help of his friends and the Masterchief aims to stop her yet, would he be able to stop the ancient entity before all is lost and corrupted beyond recognition?
Words: 3532, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Frozen (Disney Movies), Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms, Diablo (Video Games), Avatar (Cameron Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, John-117 | Master Chief, Thel 'Vadam | The Arbiter, The Covenant (Halo), Tyrael (Diablo series), Imperius (Diablo III), Malthael (Diablo III), Elsa (Disney), Anna (Disney)
Relationships: Cho Chang & Harry Potter, Cortana/John-117 | Master Chief, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, John-117 | Master Chief/Thel 'Vadam | The Arbiter, Anna/Elsa (Disney)
Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover Pairings, Friendship/Love, True Love, Love Triangles, Love at First Sight, Internal Conflict, Developing Friendships, Romantic Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Action/Adventure, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, War, Betrayal, Pain, Psychological Torture, Past Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Violence, Threats of Violence, Sexual Violence, Aftermath of Violence
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45545581
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I'm not sure if you write for Blue team, but can you do relationship headcanons for them? If not, then relationship headcanons for John-117?
another master chief request for the books, LETS GOOOOO
(i decided to write headcanons for John) enjoy!! <3
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Dating Master Chief (John 117) Headcanons
no warnings; just fluff
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Dating John would feel like the calm after the storm, or like a consistent gentle rainfall that can’t help but ease you, quelling your worries
Dating John is calming like rainfall in the sense that you feel a sense of respite wash over you when you’re with him; being with him is also akin to that of the calming pitter-patter noise you hear when the rain comes; it’s never to harsh, or too loud; always a consistent rhythm
You feel a blanket of security wrapping itself around you tightly, never threatening to let you go when dating him; it’s solid and firm, just like John
You both were a bit shy when you first got together; no surprises there though, John leans more on the quiet side, and you, well, anyone would be a little timid when first dating a Spartan (they were genetically modified humans after all)
But John quickly made sure that you felt completely and utterly safe around him; he knew what he was capable of, and the last thing he wanted to do was ever scare you; and you appreciated that about him
It’s not like you are some scared little girl, afraid of Spartans, but, you know, they were the infamous Spartans you heard about growing up, you weren’t quite sure what to expect when you first met them (surprise, surprise Blue team all turned out to be lovely people)
You appreciated John’s understanding for the time it took for you fully get to know him, and be comfortable around him
In your early stages of dating, you guys mainly kept to public outings, like restaurants, movie theaters (yes Reach has a cinema), parks (you both enjoyed going on long walks together and you tease John about how his ‘normal’ walk is your jog)
You could say that he properly ‘wine and dined’ you, well as much as one can on Reach seeing that its operation is more so military and not just another regular planet
He was a gentleman: he opened doors for you, whether that be building, apartment, or car doors; it didn’t matter, he was there to open them for you; he also would sometimes place his hand at the small of your back, which sent sparks twinkling up your spine the first few times he did that (let’s be honest, you still feel giddy even now)
He was a great listener, always ready with a question (or 10) whenever you were telling him about your day, things that happened at work, the latest book you read. He always had a follow-up, always curious to know more about you, and what you’re thinking
You also were the same in that matter, always asking him questions; who could blame you though, his job was a lot cooler than yours
You were in awe of all the different planets and solar systems he’s been to (including the Halos) and you always picked his brain about the Covenant (you’ve been fortunate enough to not cross paths with the Covenant)
When John wasn’t on a mission, you weren’t at work, or you guys weren’t going on a “formal” date, you and John could be found lounging around one of your apartments, either reading, watching TV, doing puzzles, things like that
Sometimes you guys liked to do your own thing but in the company of the other
However, one of your favorite things to do is to nap with John
He’s so large that he generates a lot of body heat, so whenever winter rolls around and there’s snowflakes in the air, you loved to cuddle up with him on the couch, completely wrapped in his embrace and fall asleep with no worries on your mind (being with John made that easy)
John is the kind of partner who is a great shoulder to cry on; his support is endless for you, and he’s always there whenever you run into a problem; he’s there to listen about what’s troubling your life, but he’s not one to be pushy about how to fix it; no, he’s there for you, and makes sure to comfort you the best he can (which usually is you asking him for a hug, which he immediately complies with)
John gives the best hugs because 1) he is taller than you, so he can easily wrap you up tight and rest his head on yours, and 2) his arms are long and muscular, which makes his hugs 10x warmer and just better overall
Something that you quickly learned about John after a couple months of dating was that he was actually funny (right, like what are the odds a Spartan of his caliber has a funny bone?)
His humor was of course dry and sarcastic, but he got a laugh out of you every time he cracked a joke
Blue team also tells you stories about John (not to his knowledge) since they have known him since they were all pre-teens; sometimes you’ll bring something up to John, and he’ll be like “Where’d you hear that from?” (he wasn’t stupid he knew); and then a couple days later you’ll hear how hard John made training for them (oops)
Nevertheless, dating John has brought a sense of security into your life that you never thought you would feel, or have; you only hope is that you provide the same for him
(spoiler, you do)
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Shore Leave 3
Part 3 of this ever-growing series. Just can't help myself.
Warnings: Kissing. Some sad thoughts.
Masterlist
Part 1 -> HERE part 2 -> HERE
“Order whatever you want. My treat,” you tell John when the two of you arrive at the food stall. The smell of greasy burgers hits John's nose and his stomach roars. You snort at the sound as you examine the menu quickly before stepping forward to order. You live around the area and have been to this stall more than a couple of times.
While you wait, John takes his time before ordering for himself and then stopping beside you to wait as well. You take a chance and lean against the solid wall that John creates, lips quirked up when he shifts to better accommodate your added weight.
You hadn't expected your evening to turn out like this when you spotted the obviously overwhelmed man sitting by himself outside of the café, but you don't regret any of it. He was quiet, but you could tell that he was always listening to you, those sorrowful blue eyes following your every move. You aren't sure what pulls you to this man, but you don't want to stop it.
It's in a comfortable silence that the two of you eat greasy food, parked at the furthest picnic table. John had ordered a massive amount of food, and you watched in disgusted awe as he consumed all of it in no time. You glance down at your half-eaten burger and large fry before pushing the tray of fried potato sticks at the big man.
“Here. You can have the rest of mine.”
John looks up at you, those pretty blues making your cheeks light up. He licks his lips, giving you an uncertain look, “Are you sure?”
You nod and scoot the try closer to him, “Positive. You can order more if you want?”
John doesn't know how to react to the kindness of you sharing and buying him food. It's been a long time since he's tasted anything that wasn't a MRE or nutritional paste in a tube. However, he is sure that it is supposed to be the man who buys things for the person he likes. Gods he wished Cortana were here. She could tell him what the right thing to do would be.
“John? You okay?”
Your new friend had gone silent after your offer, his face shuddering into nothing, and you had quickly grown concerned for him. He meets your eyes again and nods once.
“My apologies. This is fine,” John assures you and even reaches out to take a fry and pop it in his mouth. You crack a smile and sip from your soda, content for now.
The super soldier takes your tray when you finish up, dumping the trash into the nearest bin, and then offering you his hand. You slide your fingers through his own and John gently squeezes them like you had his earlier. Even in the dim light, his enhanced vision can see the way your cheeks pink at the initiating touch.
The two of you walk back around the park, speaking quietly about easy subjects like the weather and what you like to do in your spare time. John was rather tight-lipped about everything, and you assumed it was because of whatever position he held in the UNSC. However, you did learn that he likes the color green and despises the color purple.
John glances up at the digital clock that has been installed above the bathroom stalls, and he frowns when he realizes that it is nearing midnight. He slows to a crawl, his gate hesitant. The Master Chief doesn't want to leave your side, not when he didn't have a way to find you after this. And John needed to see you again.
You look up at him and catch the slight scrunch of his brow. John doesn't look very happy, and his expression deepens when you speak up.
“How long are you here for?”
His hand tightens around your own, “Only two weeks.”
It's your turn to frown this time, and you sigh quietly in disappointment. Damn.
“Here I was hoping you'd have longer than that,” you say and stand before him, chewing on your lip as you debate on what to say.
John has never had a good enough reason not to want to go back on duty, but he has one now, and John wasn't one to easily give up on what he wanted. Lasky had given him two weeks, and he would be sure to make the most of it with you. He likes to think that the captain and Cortana would be proud of him for finding someone who could bring out his humanity.
“I understand if this is too forward,” John begins and stops to give you his full attention. He is a bit nervous to ask this, but the worst thing you could tell him would be no.
You raise an eyebrow at him, licking your lips, and prompt, “...But?”
“But it is getting late, and my friend once told me that a gentleman should always walk his date home,” John remarks and silently thanks Avery Johnson, the grizzled sergeant would have been overjoyed to see the stoic man use his advice.
“I can make sure you get home safe.”
The grin you reward him with is brighter than any Covenant plasma, and the spartan feels his heart speed up when you reach out, curling your hand along his shoulder to guide him down until you can press your lips to his cheek. You hear him suck in a sharp breath at the touch, his flesh pale and sensitive from being hidden behind a helmet for so long.
You drop back down and catch his eyes, “I’ll lead the way, Soldier.”
John isn’t expecting the way his body reacts to the nickname. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss more demanding than the last. You squeak but quickly kiss him back, lips fighting to get on the same pace as his. His free arm wraps around your waist, and the Master Chief takes note of the way your soft body melds against the harsh plains of his own.
He kisses you until you begin to push against his chest, and John is quickly reminded that you are a normal human. As he ends the kiss, pulling away just enough to rest his brow against yours, and realizes that the thought had left a bad taste in his mouth. He had so much blood on his hands, alien and human, why would you want to be with a machine like him?
It takes you a second to catch your breath, but it takes even less time for you to notice that something is wrong. The furrow in his brow was deep, making the scars that littered his face stretch and catch in the street lights. You thought he still looked incredibly handsome even with such a dangerous look on his face. You take a chance, squeezing the hand you still hold, and then slide the other one up to cradle his face.
“Think you can do something for me, John?” you murmur and smile softly when those blue eyes glance down and lock with yours. He dips his head minutely so you continue.
“Forget who you are for these next two weeks. Forget that you’re part of the UNSC. You’re just a man. You are just John.”
The request gives him pause, and the Master Chief almost denies you the second it leaves your mouth, but he stops himself. Could he do that? Would the world crumble around them if he took time for himself to just be John? He didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.
His voice is rough when he speaks, and you shiver when his eyes darken, pupils dilating when they catch your gaze, “Okay. I can do that.”
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On AO3 as promised. I did make some changes here as well, so it flows a little better.
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Halo Affection Headcanons
have some headcanons i found lying in my google doc dump - not the greatest, but hey i was in a big halo phase back then :’D trying to write the fifth part of Diamond Hearts, hopefully i can get it posted soon lanisanibisn
Master Chief/John-117, Carter/A-259, and Jerome-092 under the cut!
Master Chief/John-117:
Definitely not an affectionate guy in the beginnings of your relationship
The closest you can get to ‘affection’ would be a pat on the shoulder
In order to change this, you’ve gotta do a majority of it yourself
Hug him to death, hold his hand, kiss him [never in front of his superiors though, that earns you a long lecture about professionalism]
If you do all of that frequently enough, John will begin to do them as well
You begin to notice that now he takes your hand in his more often, and is more open to hugging in public than before. [kisses are still a big no-go for him though, don’t do it]
Carter A-259:
Way better than the Chief, affection wise
While it still makes him incredibly embarrassed, he isn’t afraid to kiss or hug you in front of his team. [though when it comes to his superiors, it’s the same deal like Chief]
The only problem that brings though is the relentless teasing that comes after [even Kat participates in it]
Carter probably favors holding your hand over kissing and hugging, it’s enough to tell him that you’re there and ain’t gonna leave him
After the Collapse of Reach however, Carter bumps up the affection to max
It was clear that Carter was struggling to cope with the loss of Reach, but then he began to have nightmares where you were loss alongside the glassed planet.
Hand-holding is far more frequent than before; when hugging you, you have to tell him to stop holding you so tight because it was squeezing the air out of your lungs; kisses now last longer, and it felt as if that Carter pulled away, you’ll be gone.
Carter won’t be the same, but you can help him pick up the old pieces and create something new out of them.
Jerome-092:
Bless this spartan
Due to his far-from-great childhood [and we already know the other obvious reason], Jerome is actually scared that he might break you in the beginning.
You have to reassure him that he would never do such a thing
He’s similar to Chief in the sense you have to ease him into becoming affectionate, but once you let him know that everything is fine, Jerome doesn’t hold back
Incredibly affectionate to the point where it makes you embarrassed instead of him
Kisses are frequent, hugs you to death [almost quite literally] every time he comes back from a mission, and holds your hand throughout your walks around the Spirit of Fire.
Wouldn’t be the first time he was caught kissing you in front of Captain Cutter, though Cutter didn’t mind all too much [he’s actually glad you helped bring out the good side of Jerome, though he still believes you two should get a damn room]
#Halo#halo x reader#reader insert#x reader#master chief#master chief x reader#john-117#carter x reader#carter a-259#halo reach#jerome-092#jerome-092 x reader#jerome x reader#affection#fluff#little angst with carter
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John/Thel headcanon
John kisses Thels brand whenever he has a nightmare, when making love, or whenever John can he kisses it. When Thel is in pain, John kisses it.
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Say it again
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: “This is all really easy for you, all that serum running through your veins” Walker said. “Say it again. I dare you”
Warnings: mentions of death, traumas, language, angst?, little bit of fluff
Word count: 835
A/n: I didn’t find the gif of that scene in TFATWS so I made it, hopefully it doesn’t looks so bad. Happy reading!
It was stupid that the important rule was put second instead of first, I mean, “don’t hurt/kill anybody”. That’s the kind of rule that you put first, and it’s also the rule that even though it wasn't yours but Bucky’s, made this whole thing easier.
The minute that John Walker laid a finger on Steve’s shield claiming it as his, him being the new Captain America, the hope of the people. What a big fat lie.
He was not Captain America and never will be, because he lacks the main characteristic and point. He may be a good soldier, but he was not a good man. Maybe that’s why you were one step away from slitting his throat and killing him on the spot and making you a criminal once more, this time not so different from the first, in which you chose to follow Steve and go against 117 nations to protect Bucky. This time, it was no different.
John Walker was pacing from one side to the other while the rest waited patiently for Sam to talk Karli out of her mission. I breathed out loudly in exasperation and turned to Walker.
“Could you please stop walking? You’re getting on my nerves” I said glaring at him. He gave me a look before securing Steve’s shield.
“I’m going in” He started to walk towards the door and before I could say something, Bucky stood in front of him laying a hand on his chest stopping him in his tracks.
Walker watched Bucky’s hand and then raised his head to look at him. I stood straight and walked a little closer to them. Bucky maintained his stoic expression.
“This is all really easy for you isn’t it?” Bucky blinked and raised his face a little, “all that serum running through your veins” He maintained his expression but I knew him, I could read him like a book.
“Barnes, your partner needs back up in there…” Walker added. Before he could say anything else, I stepped up.
“Say it again” Walker turned his face to see me. He was met with a death glare that made him stand straight.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked confused
“Say. It. Again '' I said looking him dead in the eyes as I took a step forward. “I fucking dare you”
“I don’t need t-” he was saying but in one quick movement I took out my knife and put it to his throat. Lemar was quick to go help his friend but with one look I told him to say where he was.
“y/n” Bucky said
“Do you think he asked for it?” I asked Walker, ignoring Bucky. “Do you think he wanted that serum? Hhm? Do you Walker?” I pushed the knife deep enough for him to feel the blade, “He was forced, controlled, stripped away from any will, voice and say over his own goddamn mind. He was put through the worst kind of torture, because if you think that physical torture is the worst, then you haven’t felt anything. You don’t get to say that because you don’t know the story, and if you don’t know the story, then you sure as hell don’t know what he lost thanks to that fucking serum. He didn’t asked for it, so how about you shout your fucking mouth before i push the knife down your throat and you find out why i am second to Bucky when it cames to the Winter Soldier”
I let go of him and he stumbles back holding his throat looking at me with a bit of fear that soon is taken over by anger.
“You crazy bitch!” he say and I smiled
“I am, and you better not forget it because if you do, i will give a one-way trip to my maker down there” i stepped closer to him a he took a step back, “You don’t want to mess with either Bucky and Sam, because if you do, you might want to fight Thanos than to fight me”
“Bitch” Walker said as he walked past Bucky and entered the door, Lemar following him.
I was going to do the same when Bucky grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. He was looking at the floor before he opened his mouth and said.
“You shouldn’t have done that” he lifted his head, his blue eyes melting and breaking my hard exterior apart.
“I know, but you know that i won’t let anyone speak about or to you that way, I don’t care who it is, I don’t care if it gets me in trouble, because when someone is talking shit about the man I love, I will absolutely beat the crap out of them” I said and he returned the smile and leaned down to kiss me. I responded to the kiss and then he was the one who broke it but let his forehead rest against mine.
“I love you doll”
“I love you too Bucky”
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