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authortobenamedlater · 1 year

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Hey who wants to hear about all the AUs Vital Record has spawned?

Yes? No? Doesn’t matter. Here they are.

I said I wasn’t planning to continue the story because I see no less than three possibilities for how it could go:

First, and most obvious: They have to find a family for Angel. John knows he can’t send his girl to a family who doesn’t know what they’re dealing with, and she also needs to be as far under the radar as possible. Who does he call? Soren, of course, who does in fact want to murder John for dropping another kid on him. Soren relents eventually because he knows he’s the only viable option, but not without a lot of profanity and grousing. Of course this doesn’t go as planned and a few years later the Covenant DOES find their Baby Blessed One’s location. Soren has to fight (again, with much profanity and grousing) and John ends up reunited with his little girl. temporarily or permanently? Who knows.

This version does feature a scene of John knowing he has to give Angel away, but not wanting to, and weeping all over Captain Keyes or Kai about it. I have the entire scene(s) in my head and, honestly, don’t know if I could ever get past my mom feels enough to write them down. Now that I’ve admitted this in print, naturally, I’ll probably find the will to write it.

And, this continuation would be two long stories. At least.

Second: John jumps ship and takes Angel to the Rubble to raise her himself. With the help of Silver Team, both Keyeses, and Parangosky, because “It would hardly be the first time we’ve faked his death, Margaret” as Jacob says in my head.

A few years down the line Soren keeps trying to set John up with a friend of Laera’s and John is like “NO.” But he eventually catches this friend’s eye, and she catches his. They both ran off to the Rubble to raise their kids, but John has to dance around his real reasons why. He doesn’t know how to explain the whole Cortana thing either (this would probably come about as a version of Third Wheel). And he can’t lie to save his life. Lady friend suspects he’s not telling her everything, but nobody on the Rubble is telling everyone everything, so she doesn’t push.

Things start to unravel when something blows up that no one can solve but the Master Chief and Kai pops in on the Rubble one day calling John back to action. John has to go to his lady and fess up: He wasn’t just a soldier. He wasn’t even just a Spartan. He was THE Master Chief. And he has to go be the Master Chief again. He’s really sorry about all this. After everything the war is over and John peaces out back to the Rubble with his wife and kid and tells Admiral Hood to lose his number.

This, too, would be at least two long stories.

Third, and most fun: Covenant glasses Reach and several other planets and sends all of humanity running for the figurative hills. Silver Team, Angel, plus both Keyeses because why not, all go on the run Bad Batch/A-Team style.

This could be several shorter fics. If I did continue this AU, this is probably the direction I’d take.

Fourth, as a bonus: AU-of-an-AU in which Makee isn’t dead and season 2 is Halo stuff plus the wildest custody battle in history.

No way am I ever writing this one.

I’m starting to think this show is just a giant AU prompt bank.

Oh, if anyone’s curious, grown-up Angel in my mind looks like Charlie Murphy with her natural hair color.

#halo #halo tv #halo fanfic #halo tv series #halo the series #halo fic #halo paramount+#john 117 #soren 066 #alternate universe #au fanfiction #makee #john 117 x makee #master chief #master chief x makee #fanfic by atbnl #halo tv fanfic by atbnl #jacob keyes #vital record au

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 6 months

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Obviously this is game-universe Chief.

Because as we all know, Master Cheeks knows his way around a POW.

#fred 104 x kelly 087 #john 117 #linda 058 #halo memes #my memes #fred 104 #kelly 087 #halo #I just realized that I can post memes on here #that is dangerous #because I tend to make a LOT of trash memes #when I’m bored #which is frequently

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empresskadia · 1 month

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I have John-117 brain rot tonight and I'm sleep-deprived, so buckle up friends ;)

I've been thinking about how Spartans use their downtime after missions because regardless if they want it or not, they're gonna get ordered to take mandatory downtime. So it's not surprising when Captain Lasky tells Blue team to take a 48-hour rest period, even if John tries to protest and tell him they're fine. An order is an order.

So, Fred goes to catch up on paperwork, Kelly wants to go bully the IVs and Linda joins her on the promise that they'll go to the shooting range together and get a chance to play wargames, so she can test out a new modification she made to Nornfang.

But, all three know where John's going to go and that's to find his partner. They know the Chief won't admit it but they notice the slight slack of his shoulders as they leave debriefing and John's eyes flickering to the door as they get stripped from their second skin. They know the exact direction of your room and coincidentally that's the way Chief is heading after they've showered.

None of them say anything but exchange small glances of understanding. In a way, his partner was the only time he allowed himself to feel human, even if it was just a fraction. They'll all tease John about it in the morning when you both arrive for breakfast, but until then, they were grateful for the small reprieve you gave him.

So when your door swishes open after the bioscan confirms his handprint and the only light in the room is a dim glare from the projected screen playing a rerun of a show he's sure you've already watched and the body in the bed barely moving in response, he knows you're tired. There are no words said as he approaches, his partner giving him a simple hum of acknowledgment as you roll over to make room for his giant frame on the mattress.

John's movements are slow and careful not to disturb you too much. He sits on the edge, the familiar creak of the springs under his weight like a subtle greeting. You can hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as he begins to uncurl the laces of his boots as you instinctively reach out, fingers brushing against his forearm. It's a simple touch, but the question is there, asking if he's okay. He pauses for a moment, glancing back at you, and in the dim light, you can see those blue eyes soften slightly and the barest hint of exhaustion lay there.

No, he wouldn't say anything, but you could know and he lets you see.

He lies down next to you, his massive arm wrapping around your waist as you shift slightly for his head to rest on your chest. Your hand instinctively goes to his back, and running your nails up and down his back, taking a moment to gently brush over the divots of scars that you could tell apart from the augmentation ones to the ones he received from countless battles.

After a moment, you could feel him relax into your embrace, finding that perfect spot where your shoulder cradles his head. The gentle patterns on his back are seemingly like a lullaby for the Spartan. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the hum of the old show filling in as white noise.

John sighs, a deep, slow breath that you're sure he's been keeping in for a long time. You know he's holding a lot inside—memories of what happened to Cortana and the Didact, the constant need to keep going, and the result of New Phoenix. But here, in the quiet of your room, he can let go just a little, trusting you to hold the pieces together while he rests.

You keep tracing the lines on his back, your fingers gentle but deliberate as the room descends into total quiet and darkness. The air is warm, and the subtle scent of your shampoo mingles with the sterile smell of the Spartan's armor. You rest your head against his, the warmth of his skin bringing a small comfort to your tired mind.

It's not often you get moments like these—where the world outside doesn't matter, where you're not Spartans, but just two people sharing a quiet night together.

Downtime is as much a part of the job as the missions, and if it means spending it with you, he's not going to argue. Even if he had an easier time being a part of the armor, he could be human for a moment. Human for you.

#halo #halo series #john you guys #this man wants to be a machine but I think even he subconsciously lets out a soft side for his partner #those are my thoughts and sorry for any spelling errors #I tried to make it make sense #and blue team is always blue team #blue team #john 117 #master chief #john 117 x reader #master chief x reader #halo x reader #kelly 087 #fred 104 #linda 058

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ageless-aislynn · 6 months

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"15 Minutes - a John x Reader mini playlist"

(for my fic of the same name)

"Someone To You" - Banners I just want to be somebody to someone I never had nobody and no road home I wanna be somebody to someone

"Love Me Like You Do" - Tanner Patrick Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

"Silhouette" - Aquilo The devil's on your shoulder, the stranger's in your head As if you don't remember, as if you can forget It's only been a moment, it's only been a lifetime But tonight you're a stranger Some silhouette

"Don't Give Up On Me" - Andy Grammer I'll reach my hands out in the dark And wait for yours to interlock I'll wait for you

"Here With Me" - Robot Koch ft Susie Suh Caught in the riptide I was searching for the truth There was a reason I collided into you

~💖~

#halo the series #halo paramount+#x reader #master chief x reader #john-117 x reader #playlist #15 minutes #since i still can't make new GIFs i had to use what i had #so with that in mind please note that the “reader's” hand in that GIF with john's has whatever skin tone or defining feature as you'd like #this hand is just a visual placeholder of sorts 😉#anyway this is a little curated mini playlist from the larger one i put together as i'm working on the next chapter #consider this a token of good faith that i really AM working on this one 😉#it gave me a nice little break from writing but kept me thinking about the overall story and such #i couldn't resist ending this with 'here with me' bringing us back around to the start of the fic: there was a reason i collided into you #ais is writing #ageless aislynn

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artofcrumbs · 2 years

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Halo AU

Just a Spartan killing machine and an AI finding their home with each other ;_;

#they are panville shaped #WHAT IF THIS IS A PANVILLE AU #PANVILLE #jortana #john x cortana #halo #halo series #halo 5 #cortana halo #master chief x cortana #chieftana #john 117 x cortana #i cant make up my mind #they can be both

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nekoprankster218 · 11 months

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The experience when writing 25 Years: Hehe what a situation

The experience writing the new trope remix: Oh fuck what a situation

#johnthel #charbiter #master chief x the arbiter #master chief x arbiter #john-117 x thel vadam #my post #my posts #halo #random #so yeah I've started the fic #one the last lengthy scene and then the Halo 5 brief epilogue #probably will be finished and up tonight or tomorrow #and oh boy howdy is it something!#i completely underestimated how changing the trope would change the plot!#i thought i'd be writing the same fic *but nope!!*#new outline; new genre #no comedy all feelssssssss #i should really make a writing sideblog for the posts like this

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usercarli · 2 years

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Donʼt you see? Thereʼs a reason the keystones led us to each other. Theyʼve been guiding us this whole time, and now weʼre here. Letʼs finish this together. Stay with me, John.

#halo tv #halo paramount #haloedit #makee #john x makee #master chief #john 117 #*#this ship has destroyed it's so good almost perfect enemies to lovers with ship being connected two parts of a whole basically reversereylo #userkristen #halo #scifiedit #scifigifs #tvedit

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ghostlychief · 4 months

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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

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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short-honey-badger · 3 months

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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.”

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #halo #halo tv show #halo universe #halo 4 #halo combat evolved #master chief #john 117 #john #master chief x reader #john x reader #people watching #emotionally stunted #reader

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Everything They Made Me

Summary: How weak must she be that a simple kindness undoes her so? (A missing scene from episode 8.)

Pairing: John 117 x Makee

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Explicit sexual acts including fingering, unprotected PIV and loss of virginity.

Word Count: 1.7K

It’s how uncertain he looks that makes her pause. In the battle footage she’s seen of John he’s decisive and brutal, never hesitating for even a moment. A killer. The demon she’s been warned about. Even out of his armor he’s big for a human, but now he stands with his shoulders hunched forward, gaze skittering away when she raises her chin to look at him. Everything about him is vulnerable and Makee hates how it speaks to a part of her she buried long ago.

“I found it in the archives,” he starts, looking down at the book. “I know it’s not the same one…”

The book clutched in his hand looks laughably small. While the pages are a little worn, the cover is still intact, brightly colored and illustrated. Her book back home had a spiderweb of cracks distorting the faded image and the spine was soft and malleable. Makee accepts it from him carefully and runs her fingers over the cover.

“You’re welcome to it,” he continues.

He shifts his weight from foot to foot, waiting for a response. She can’t bring herself to look up, a queer pressure in her chest. Emotions were human, a weakness she was determined to never show on High Charity. Now they overwhelm her. Her lips part, voice fizzling out. She bows her head, embarrassed. John shifts closer and she can feel the heat of his body. Makee breathes out unsteadily, blinking away tears. How weak must she be that a simple kindness undoes her so? She should send him away. She needs to but she finds she can’t, reaching out to touch him instead.

“Thank you.”

Their eyes meet and he covers her hand with his. It’s calloused and warm. Makee hates how her heart jumps at the contact, beating long and hard against her breastbone. When the doctors looked her over before, she was repulsed by their touch and closeness. With John, she craves it even though she knows every emotion and feeling he elicits from her is wrong. It’s a weakness she thought she killed long ago. But why, she wonders, does it feel so right?

She holds his gaze until a strange impulse has her shifting forward to grasp his arm just as he bends down. When their lips meet it's nothing like her jumbled memories from before she was taken. With John, she feels everything clearly, the scrape of his beard on her skin and how he shudders against her lips. The way their mouths slot together, breath mingling, is electric. Her skin tingles and her eyes flutter closed as they finally part.

John takes the book from her hands and sets it on the bed. The air crackles with intent. He reaches for the zipper on her shoulder and she lets him pull it down slowly, watching the way his eyes rove over each inch of exposed skin revealed until she’s half-naked before him. Her body was always something shameful and weak. Another reminder that she was less than, but John looks awed.

He stares at her like she’s something precious and it’s terrifying. She turns away from him but he grasps her hands in his, thumbs stroking the soft skin of her wrist until she finds the courage to look back at him. His expression is open and encouraging. No one has ever touched her so gently or looked at her so sweetly. It’s intoxicating and she wants more.

“You’re beautiful,” John tells her, squeezing her hands before reaching for his shirt.

His body is a constellation of scars, a testament to a life of violence in service of the UNSC. Once his shirt joins hers on the floor he won’t meet her gaze, eyes jumping to her and away. The desire to comfort him is instinctual and she reaches up to trace the most prominent scar with her fingertips. The muscle beneath her hand jumps and John breathes out harshly. She follows it down his arm, his skin tan and freckled.

She rises on her tiptoes to kiss him again, grasping the back of his thick neck. His strong arms encompass her body and draw her to him. He strokes the line of her back until she melts into his embrace. When he reaches the scarred tissue at her shoulder she stiffens and he pulls back to search her face. She doesn’t want him to see but he gently urges her around.

He doesn’t ask her and she doesn’t tell him what happened. Words are unnecessary here. John traces the raised tissue and to her surprise, presses his lips to the scarred skin. Tears press hotly against her closed eyelids but pain and grief are not all she feels – something molten and hot swirls in her stomach, an ache springing up inside her.

“Please,” Makee whispers, turning to face John. She’s not even sure what she is asking of him. All she knows is she needs him to keep touching her. To do something more.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, a deep crease between his brows.

“You won’t,” she promises, cupping the back of his head to bring his lips to hers again.

She should hate him, this human, this demon, but when John guides her to lay underneath him, all she feels is desire and comfort. Makee sighs into his mouth and John groans, closing the space between their bodies. When her legs part to cradle his massive form between her thighs it’s more electric than touching the Halo, something that overwhelms all her senses and reason.

She lifts her hips and the curl of desire returns, more intense this time. John gasps into her mouth, pressing her harder into the bed. Makee thinks of her faded book, of how kissing and touch led to something more. She never imagined she would experience that, though she’d certainly lain awake enough nights trying to imagine the complicated way the lovers in the book fit together.

John pulls back and Makee laments the loss of his touch and the weight of his body over hers but he doesn’t go far. He tugs at her pants and she helps him, a strange sort of anticipation causing her hands to shake as he strips her bare. He stares at the apex of her thighs, reaching out hesitantly to brush the curls that cover her most private part. His lip twitches, eyes darting up to meet her gaze before he hesitantly dips a calloused finger inside. She jumps, a breathy gasp pushing past her lips when his finger travels higher, to find that hard bundle of flesh.

“Oh,” she cries, eyes fluttering. She fights to keep them on him as he presses just a little bit harder there. She can see him cataloging every response his touches elicit, adjusting and learning.

Makee feels hot all over, her heart racing. John continues to touch her, sliding his finger over her flesh until a strange wetness coats his fingers. Something is rising inside her, a pressure building in Makee's gut that travels up her chest. Hovering above her face, John watches her with rapt attention, expression curious and determined.

“John,” she babbles, grasping his forearms and twisting beneath him.

It feels like she might die if he stops touching her. Her hips rise and fall of their own accord, her body racing towards something she doesn't understand. Suddenly the pressure bursts, an intense pleasure radiating through her entire body. It’s like nothing she’s ever felt before. Like dying and being reborn. A holy rite more powerful than the Halo.

John withdraws and she shudders, laying a palm over her stomach as she tries to find her breath and come back to her body. When she opens her eyes he is above her again, massive enough that he blocks out everything so he is all she sees. He nudges her thighs further apart to accommodate his bulk. Something hard and warm presses at her center and she blinks up at him. He’s trembling all over, barely restrained. Pained.

“It’s ok,” she whispers, fingertips pressing against his cheek. “I trust you.” Makee’s surprised to find she means it. That she does actually trust him.

It’s a terrifying realization but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it. John shifts forward carefully. It hurts, his intrusion foreign but underneath the pain is an overwhelming desire to have him closer to her. To experience the ecstasy her book detailed. Makee grits her teeth and raises her hips, helping him find his way deeper inside. John brushes his hand over her brow, smoothing back the stray strands of hair that fall on her sweaty forehead. He seals his lips over her mouth and pushes himself fully inside. The pained gasp he swallows up from her has him pulling back.

“I’m hurting you,” he realizes.

“No,” she promises. “Please, John.”

“Makee…” He looks so conflicted and unsure that she rises up to kiss him, relishing the way his lips part and their tongues meet.

He melts into the kiss after a moment of hesitation and his hips pull back only to surge forward again a moment later. He groans low in his throat and she lays back to watch the pleasure on his face. He looks beautiful, skin flushed and eyes bright. The tendons of his neck strain and his breath comes in short, ragged bursts. Although he’s the one over her, it’s a vulnerable position, his throat exposed to her. She glances at her hand, thinking about what’s hidden under her nail.

John curses, the soft moan he lets out snapping her eyes back to his. He looks down at her with such trust, such want that she feels immediately shamed. She surges forward to kiss him, quieting that awful thought. John doesn’t pull away after, his forehead pressed to hers. That familiar sensation from before starts up again in the pit of her stomach as his gentle rhythm begins to unravel into something desperate and wild. The bed shakes, metal groaning when he speeds up. Suddenly he stills, a strangled little groan falling from his lips as warmth fills her.

Several seconds pass before he opens his eyes. She smiles at him. He returns it hesitantly.

“Are you ok?” He asks, caressing her cheek.

Makee nods, wincing when he shifts away from her. There’s a hollowness between her thighs that leaves her feeling suddenly bereft and vulnerable. She turns away from John, trembling and scared. Without his body over hers, the cool air of the room makes her shiver. She doesn’t understand this new rush of emotions.

“Come here,” John whispers, curling a thick arm around her middle.

He settles himself behind her, lips pressed against the back of her neck. His presence chases away the chill in the air and settles her nerves. It feels inordinately good to just be held by him and have his large hand rest over her stomach possessively. These new feelings are powerful and scary but underneath them is a fragile sense of hope. A desire to believe John about humans and what her place could be with them.

Makee burrows closer to him, resting her hand over his and letting his quiet, even breathing lull her into a dreamless sleep. Whatever troubles tomorrow will bring, she’s no longer alone.

She has John.

✥

My inbox is open for requests/prompts. I am happy to write John x Makee or John x Reader fics.

#john x makee #john 117 x makee #john 117 #master chief #halo tv #halo #Halo Series #halo tv series #john 117/makee #john/makee #halo paramount

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authortobenamedlater · 1 year

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Vital Record

It's harder than expected to find a safe-for-my-dash photo of these two that still has relevance to the fic.

Do you want to see big bad Master Chief snuggle a baby? The correct answer is YES.

The vaunted Baby Blessed One fic is here. FINALLY. I have it on Tumblr @mrtobenamedlater so it's officially up now.

This obviously ignores the S1 finale. It is also not anything I want to see on the show (nor do I think we will, as things ended up), but I didn't want The Scene either yet here we are. I decided it should at least have a purpose.

No current plans to continue this but I have several ideas for what could happen if I did. I'll post about them here at some point.

This is also I believe my first Halo fic in which Cortana is not prominently featured.

@ageless-aislynn @sarnakhwritesthings @sweethoneyjazzeuphoria @christian-anon

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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Warrior Song 13

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Okay guys, we're approaching the end! I think we've got two chapters left in this story. And remember, if you kill me, I can't finish the story.

Medic learns more about Atriox's plan, and has a difficult decision to make.

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical plots against humanity, nobody likes humanity I guess, playing fast and loose with canon, canon is my sandbox. Mention of injuries.

Word count: 2k

Master chief/John-117 x f!reader

“Humanity has been more opposition than I first imagined,” Atriox growled. He’d left you on the ground, for which you were grateful. It was easier to hide the shaking when you were already seated. “But you will not be for much longer.”

You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. You were a medic, not an engineer. But you knew it was bad.

You wished you did know what he was doing, so you could find some way to stop him.

Not that you really thought you could. You were, after all, the third most harmless person on this ring.

“Why did you not break when you lost your Master Chief?”

It took you a solid two seconds to realize that Atriox was not speaking to you, but speaking of humanity in general. You swallowed hard.

“Well, he died before, so.” You almost immediately winced at yourself. Oh yeah, great plan, snark at the maniac with the weapons and hands as big as your head. Good job.

Atriox huffed. “Then I will see to his death permanently this time,” he growled. “He will be the first, but not the last.” He looked down at you over his shoulder, the blue lighting only making him more intimidating, somehow.

You swallowed hard. That was very much a threat. One he apparently intended to see through.

This was so bad.

Two of the Endless floated nearer to him, and Atriox once again elected to ignore you, back to you. You took the chance to look around, carefully. You were far from alone, after all.

There were weapons and supplies stacked neatly. More than you were comfortable seeing.

It looked like war preparations.

Which was terrifying, of course, but also rather useless here. Sure, Atriox could lead the Endless and whatever of his forces remained against the humans here on the Halo, but that was far from all of humanity.

Fernando had told you the Halo was non-operational, John had dismantled whatever it was that made it a weapon.

So what was Atriox’s plan?

Not that it really mattered, so long as someone thwarted his plan. You doubted you could do much, but you could try.

Very carefully, you scooted back away from the control panel and Atriox. Nobody even looked at you, clearly deeming you harmless.

Maybe you could use that to your advantage? Somehow?

You could feel the Halo humming under you, gentle vibrations that would have been soothing if you weren’t absolutely terrified. Nobody else seemed to pay it any attention, but you leaned into it a bit.

Look, you could really use anything to help you calm down a bit just about now.

Okay, so you couldn’t tell what they were planning, and they were currently ignoring you, correctly deciding that you were not someone they needed to worry about. Okay. What else could you do?

There were tons of weapons, of course. Most of which you didn’t know how to use. And which you had no chance of doing any real damage with. Okay, yeah, not your best idea. Moving on.

The Endless seemed to be doing their own thing - only a few were around Atriox. You didn’t know where the rest had gone, because when Chief had been chasing them there had been many, many more. Possibly they were around the rest of the Halo? But for what purpose?

Maybe they knew how to repair it.

The thought stirred dread in your chest, cold seeping into your bones and your mind. That… was horrifying. And terrible. That would end so poorly.

But you had to consider it.

From what you remembered, the Endless had been around with the Forerunners, so there was a possibility they knew how to work this tech.

Which was honestly pretty terrifying. But this whole situation was pretty terrifying, so you weren’t sure how to qualify the actual level of terrifying anymore.

Okay. So. Atriox and the Endless were definitely up to something. You couldn’t do a lot from here. But you could watch, observe, try to piece together their plan.

And that’s exactly what you did. You sat there, thigh aching, gaze fixed on Atriox and the Endless around him. Maybe if you watched you’d get some hint, some clue as to their plan. Maybe.

It was the least you could do, anyway.

For the large part, they all ignored you. Atriox, the Endless, the Sangheili. All of them. You were beneath their focus, not worthy of watching more than to make sure you didn’t grab a weapon and start shooting.

Not that you were offended by this. They were pretty much right about that.

You had no idea how long you sat there. Time was meaningless and impossible to track. You just stayed exactly where you were, watching everything.

So when the Sangheili approached you again, you flinched. But he just sneered down at you and hauled you to your feet, grip uncaringly tight around your upper arm. You winced but kept quiet.

You were moved through a doorway, though your thigh ached and threatened to give out from under you. A walkway went around the circular room, with a single walkway stretching out over nothingness to a central point.

“Move,” Atriox growled from to the side of you. You chanced a quick look, but he was just watching you. So you stepped forward carefully, slowly.

“What am I doing?” You kept your voice low - it felt wrong to speak at full volume here.

“Ensuring my victory.” Atriox stepped up behind you, too close, looming over you. Then again, being on the same damn Halo as him was too close. Two of the Endless floated near you, watching with open curiosity.

So. They needed you to do something. Some way to interact with the Halo, or activate it, or something. But they needed you to do it. Or else why bother grabbing a human at all? Why bother keeping you alive?

Too many questions, not enough answers, and no way to get them. You blew out a slow breath, looking down at the interface in front of you. You could probably throw yourself off the walkway, which would at least slow down his plans. Give Blue Team a chance to catch up and stop him.

But you didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to.

Apparently tired of waiting for you, Atriox grabbed your arm, pulling your hand forward to slap against the interface. It lit up vibrant blue, sending chills down your spine.

“The Forerunners thought they were being so clever,” he growled, watching various statuses show up, flicking through them. “Leaving their technology to humans.”

The two Endless moved closer, and you stepped away. Carefully. Slowly. Your arm ached and throbbed where you’d been grabbed twice now, but nobody stopped you. They were focused on the displays.

Okay. Maybe you could back up, grab a weapon, and… do something.

You didn’t have a chance to plan more than that, though, as the sound of gunfire echoed down into the open room. Atriox started barking orders, his remaining soldiers gearing up quickly.

You used the distraction to scuttle away as fast as you could, trying to remain out of the way. Partially because you didn’t want to get shot, and partially because you didn’t want to get grabbed as a shield. It was easy for you to hide in the growing chaos, looking around almost desperately for some way to defend yourself.

The sounds of fighting grew louder, the shots getting closer. You had just turned to look back at the weapons stash, so you had a perfect view of Blue Team advancing into the room. Your breath stuttered out of you. They were okay. They were all okay.

“Master Chief,” Atriox rumbled, taking one step forward. “We meet again.”

Chief didn’t respond, just shifting his grip on his gun, helmet fixed on Atriox.

“You will not be so lucky again.” Atriox started forward, the floor shaking under his steps as he ran towards Chief.

You didn’t watch. You couldn’t watch. Two of the Endless were still working at the terminal, completely avoiding the fighting. Whatever they were working on was bad, clearly. They were trying to get it done.

You’d just have to disrupt their work.

A shotgun slid towards you, bumping into your shoe. You picked it up quickly and then looked at Blue Team. Fred nodded to you once before he threw a whole Unggoy into the pit, the high-pitched squeals fading quickly.

You didn’t hear it hit the bottom.

You knew the basics of gun safety, at least, so you were able to point and shoot. Which you did. Your first shot was a little wide, but the second hit both Endless. One of them turned on you with a furious sound while the other continued working.

Well. Damn.

You pressed your back into the wall, eyes wide. That had not gone according to plan!

But the Endless didn’t have a chance to attack. Two more shots hit it in the back, and it turned and… teleported? It did something and moved away from you.

Giving you a chance to focus on the remaining one. You needed to stop it. Somehow. You had no ammo, no convenient ally to help.

So you did what you could. You threw the entire shotgun at the Endless.

The Endless turned, energy crackling at its fingertips. Oh shit. It floated towards you slowly, seemingly just to enjoy the panic on your face as you scrambled backwards, away from it.

Kelly dropped down out of seemingly nowhere, pinning the Endless beneath her and shooting it in the face three times. “Stop taunting them,” she scolded you, sparing you one look before she leapt off to deal with something else.

You breathed out slowly, shakily. Yeah. Right. Good idea. You’d accomplished your goal, anyway.

Back still pressed against the wall, you hunkered down a little, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. The fight around you was loud and far too close, but there was nowhere else to go.

You had the perfect vantage point to see Atriox look back at the control panel. You saw two Sangheili descend on Chief to distract him. You saw Atriox leap back to the control panel.

You looked down when you felt something bump into your shoe. Another weapon. But this time it was a grenade. You had no idea what kind it was, or what it did, but you recognized the shape.

You picked up the grenade. Blue Team was scattered across the room, dealing with the veritable flood of Endless.

Could you make that throw? Maybe.

A sharp clang jerked your head to the side as Fred hit the wall across from you, getting back to his feet quickly, in time to block a shot from an Unggoy.

Your Spartans were doing well, but they hadn’t known the extent of what they faced. They didn’t know Atriox’s full plan.

Neither did you, of course, but you knew more than they did. You knew that he couldn’t succeed.

You knew what you had to do.

It took all your courage to take that first step forward. Then another. You moved slowly, softly. You didn’t even register to the combatants - the Endless were focused on Blue Team, and Blue Team was focused on eliminating the actual threats with extreme prejudice.

You nearly wobbled the last step you dared, your instincts screaming at you to run away from Atriox. But you didn’t. You held your ground, facing his back, shaking. You pulled the pin on the grenade, crouching a little. Okay. You could do this.

You rolled the grenade right between Atriox’s feet until it hit the bottom of the control panel and stopped.

Your gaze met John’s across the room, his visor impenetrable as ever, but still comforting. He shouted, and it took you a moment to realize he’d called your name.

Atriox made a triumphant noise.

John lunged.

The grenade went off.

#warrior song #john-117 x reader #master chief x reader #f!reader

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empresskadia · 1 month

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OMG, OKIE

But I was thinking about taking John on a date, what would happen? How would it go down? Then I know for a fact I would call him love, I don't care for the babe or bae stuff but love? Darling? Dearest? I'm dead.

But let's just say it slips out of his partner one day, the setting doesn't have to be them having dinner, it could be after a battle, after training, them laying in bed together, and then you absentmindedly call him 'love'

John.exe has officially stopped working, he hopes to all gods that his helmet is on because it shows and Blue team would give him shit, even the Mjolnir freezes and the rest of Blue get an 'error' status from him.

and even if he's not in armor, you can feel him freeze, he has such a visceral reaction that you almost ask him if he's okay, the chief might not even be breathing at this point.

Like just the thought of him being someone's love? Him? Of all the people? Him??? It's something that would have never crossed his mind as possible.

Being a supersoldier? Yes

A team leader? Absolutely

But, being his partner's love? This is a snag he wasn't prepared for.

He knows he's comfortable with you, even adores you since starting to understand the meaning. But this opens up something entirely new for him, because if you love him, then he has to make sure he doesn't dishonor that.

But oh gosh, he almost wants to hear it again, maybe he didn't hear you right the first time,

and then, like you read his mind, you call him "love" again and somehow the word "really?" escapes from him, because he can't believe it

It's not what he was made for.

How could he be his person's love?

#*FERAL NOISES*I'M SCREAMING #AHHHHHH #JOHN JUST NOT UNDERSTAND WHY #BREAKS MY HEART #BUT OMG DO I BELIEVE THIS IS TRUE #THIS MAN WANTS TO BE A WEAPON #AND NOW HIS SOMEONE TOLD HIM #HIS THEIR LOVE???#I jusyt #john please #I'm making myself sad #wtf #halo #halo series #master chief #john 117 #john 117 x reader #master chief x reader #halo x reader

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ageless-aislynn · 1 year

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WIP ask game for the following: the blue lady ships it, au the war crime part out, and …or possibly like this on the condition 'heat' is something like Pon Farr and not omegaverse

boops gently

*rubs hands together gleefully* Thank you so much!

1. The blue lady ships it (Halo) aka "Untitled Cortana (and the marines) totally ship John/Kai" 😁 Sadly, this one ended up having large parts of itself "donated" to other fics and so would have to be redone if I ever decide to finish it but here's the original opening, for your reading pleasure, lol!

Cortana made sure to manifest her holographic self down at the bottom of the hill, well away from where John and Kai had just finished mopping up the last of the Covenant infantry. She'd learned the hard way that, if they felt like she was watching them, then they'd scurry away from each other.

And yet they're standing on a hill with a bunch of marines looking up at them and somehow that's not "being watched?" Maybe it's simply the distance, the false sense of privacy?

Or maybe it was because once, just once she’d appeared right next to them, practically with digital popcorn in hand, wanting a front row seat for The Big Moment?

Come on, Chief, take your helmet off. Show her those adoring eyes… she thought but was careful not to project herself into his auditory cortex. He hadn't responded well to that, either.

Kai took off her helmet.

Also acceptable. He can't resist when she's all battle-flushed. He removed his helmet as well, both of them going off comms. Not that it mattered because being literally housed in his head meant he couldn't actually shut her out; she had to choose to give him privacy. Which she was doing, thank you very much.

Watching from a distance didn't count. Ask anybody. Ask the group of marines next to her, none-too-covertly studying the Spartans and taking bets on who'd make the first move.

False sense of privacy was her favorite new thing.

2. I wasn't sure if I should make a funny scene out of a war crime 👀 Guess I'll have to AU the war crime part out, yep *nodnod* (Halo series)

Aka the completely awkward John/Makee sexytiems scene we all REALLY deserved. 😇😂 I totally, completely AU'd the war crime out of it, though, so now we can chuckle at all of the awkward, 10,000% guilt free! *nodnods* 😁👍 Still in progress, may even be completed and posted one day, who knows? Would also be my first posted John/Makee fic. 😁

3. Yeah so if Spartans went into heat, I’d probably write it like this... (Halo gameverse)...or like this (Halo gameverse, different game)...or possibly like this (Halo series) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Technically, they're all variations on the same idea, which is why I probably won't ever write them. But they each have at least one distinct scene that lives rent free in my head, what can I say? Okay, so, with a wave of my hand, I've just given the gameverse Spartans the hormone pellets of the TV series Spartans. And with another wave of my hand and a little flourish of my fingers, I've added a condition to the pellets where, at certain times, to keep the pellets and the Spartans operating at peak efficiency, they have to go off of them.

And y'all know what I think would go on at that time. *coughcoughs in "Side Effect" NSFW* But imagine it as being more controlled than that, something scheduled, maybe a nice, out of the way place for Spartans on similar cycles to go and ahem, take care of each other, just an accepted part of being a Spartan and all that.

Annnnnnd in each of those 3 ideas, we get a pellet malfunction where game!Chief, Noble Team and TV!Chief ends up Trapped Alone With The Reader™. Not at the same time, not at the same place and not with the same Reader, I should mention. I mean, that would be one very tired Reader and quite a swingin’ Spartan party, woah, lol! 😳😂

I have a surprisingly well-defined, really more of an OC character for game!Chief, with a whole developed backstory and everything. And it's not ALL of Noble Team, just 2 of 'em. (That one actually came from a dream where the Reader was giving a report to Carter who is getting more and more flummoxed at how calm she is considering what all she's telling him. "And you're saying that you... handled them both. One at a time, right?" "Well, there might've been a one at a time in there but, honestly, it was just more expedient to double up." 😂) Then TV!Chief has a Reader no one has met before, someone who gives off this shy, reserved demeanor but who is an absolute wildcat underneath, who can give a malfunctioning-hormone-pellet Spartan a run for his money. I don’t know why but I want to see a scene where the rest of Silver Team finds them and they’re kinda running in like, “Okay, we’ve got to see if the non-enhanced human is all right. She might need medical aid!” and she’s all composed and walking out of the room like, yeah, he’s in there. And there’s John just totally worn out, asleep and snoring, lol! 😂 However, since John and Kai went through "Side Effect" together, I doubt this one would ever be written just because it's a rather close idea. I dunno. We’ll see! 😉

And *drum roll* there we have it! Thanks so much for asking! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

#wip folder ask game #ask game #halo #halo: reach #halo the series #master chief #john-117 #cortana #master chief x makee #noble team #this would be just so much smut #soooo much #ais is writing #ageless aislynn

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Master chief x reader - a lifetime ago

Would you be able to do another Master Chief (John-117) x reader with this “I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…” “that’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?” prompt from your 2024 prompt list? Seems pretty fitting for him. (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ - Anon💜

Jogging down the hallway, you made your way to the office you were called to and knocked on the door before entering.

“Miranda? Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry I didn’t mean to worry you.”

You nodded your head, walking over and you clasped your hands behind your back as you stood next to her.

“The Spartans ship was damaged on their last mission, I was wondering if maybe you could rush the fixes for me?”

“Do you have the details of the damage, I’ll let you know if it’s something I can do or if we need to wait.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you so much for this honestly I know you’ve just finished your shift but it’s stressing Riz and Vennik out that it’s in such a bad state.”

“Yeah, I’ve had those two before about the damage of the suits or weapons. They need to know everything is in working order.”

You looked at the wall as she pulled up the schematics of the ship, highlighting the damaged areas.

Walking over to the table you read through the very detailed damage reports, the extent of the damage, how it was caused, measurements and everything you needed to know.

She showed you footage from the Spartan’s helmets when they landed back on reach.

“Is it something you can fix?”

“I think so, I’ll have to see it for myself just to check.”

“I’ll take you, I think John and Kai might still be there.”

You nodded, following behind her back down the hallways.

“This isn’t usually your task Miranda, why are you doing it?”

“Well, since I’m now currently in charge of the Spartan programme I have to deal with everything related. You’re the best engineer I know in this whole place.”

“Ouch, so we’re only friends for my skills?”

“Isn’t that why you’re friends with me?”

You smirked a little.

“I’m bound to hit my head a few times.”

She laughed a little, heading into the hanger with you close behind, and she took you to the ship.

The two Spartans she mentioned were inside the ship talking to one another.

“The outside is a priority right now.”

Miranda took you to the right side, explaining all the damage, then the front, then the back.

“There is some on the top as well, John had to break one of the doors on the inside, due to all the damage the systems began to fail.”

“I’ll have to run some diagnostics, but I can fix the outside now, it’ll take a couple of days, would they have another ship they could use in the meantime in case?”

“We do. However we need this one up and running as soon as possible.”

You turned around, saluting him before clasping your hands behind your back.

“While I’m fixing the external damage I’ll run the diagnostics at the same time, once I’ve found the damages to the inside I can get your systems up and running, then work on your internal repairs.”

He gave a nod.

“I’ll be watching you.”

“I understand, that’s fine.”

You turned back to your friend.

“I’ll get started now, I’ve got nothing else to do, my team can handle the other repairs that people wanted done. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you so much.”

She turned around to the Spartan behind you.

“John, please make sure she takes breaks, eats and rests, she will just work through it for days.”

“I will.”

With that she left, and you looked to John.

“I need to head back to my office to grab some things, would you be able to help?”

He nodded, and you took him to your office.

“I’ll need that toolbox.”

You grabbed a bag and picked it up, then held the door open for John before trailing after him.

“Parker’s?”

The man looked over.

“I need that whole unit of scrap, the damaged parts from the Spartans ships over the time, and all the new parts we have as well.”

“I’ll bring them over now.”

“Thanks.”

You made your way back to ship, bringing a few things over so you could reach the damage on the top first.

Taking your uniform jacket, you tossed it behind you, tucking your vest into your trousers.

John was stood there carefully watching you, looking at the tattoos going up your left arm, a few scars littered about your arms.

There was something about you, your face, that felt so oddly familiar but he knew for a fact he had never seen you around.

He had never crossed paths with you.

“You know a photo would last longer.”

John furrowed his brows a little bit.

“What?”

You laughed a little but, looking up at him as you grinned.

“It’s a saying, it’s old, but it basically means that someone knows when you’re staring. Like you’re trying to take a photo with your mind.”

“I see. I have never heard that before.”

“You can use it to be sarcastic too, if somebody you don’t like is staring at you you can say that to them, it gets them all annoyed.”

John furrowed his brows.

“Does this mean you don’t like me? I don’t particularly understand.”

“No chief, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I just felt awkward with you staring at me.”

He nodded his head.

“If I make a cut into this metal can you bend it back towards you?”

“Yes.”

John walked over to help.

You would hold small conversations with him from time to time while working, and he kept a close eye on the time.

When it came to dinner he had Riz come through with some food.

“(Y/N) you need to eat.”

“I’m nearly done with this bit.”

“I was told to ensure you eat on a regular basis and take breaks. You have been working for four hours.”

You shrugged a little bit, flicking the welding mask up.

“It’s fine, just set it down there somewhere please.”

“Your vital signs are showing that you need to eat, and drink some water.”

“Oh we’re monitoring vitals now? I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion and you laughed at him, flicking your visor back down.

“I’ll come down later.”

John stood there a little confused.

He wasn’t sure what to do, so he walked over to the intercom to ask Miranda what he should do since you wouldn’t come down.

After a few minutes he mad his way up, and he waited for you to set the welding gun down, then he walked over.

Placing his hands on your arms he picked you up.

“Usually I’m all for people picking me up John but this is a little out of context.”

“I have been given permission to use any means available to get you to take breaks and eat.”

He turned around, setting you on the ground and then he crossed his arms.

“Oh okay big guy, you gonna block me huh?”

You smirked a little, the ran to the right, before quickly changing to the left, and he caught you, placing you back where the ladders down were.

“You have strength and speed, I have agility on my side, and the power of caffeine.”

You tried to run again, but he just grabbed the back of your protective suit, and you dropped, just hanging there.

“Son of bitch. Come on Chief, just let me finish this task.”

“Take your break.”

You sighed, raising your hands and nodded.

John let you go and made sure you went back to the ground before following you, making sure you were going to eat.

John was a huge help when it came to fixing the damages.

He made sure you were taking regular breaks then late at night he made sure you were heading back to your quarters for the night.

What John didn’t know is that you would sneak back to carry on working later on into the night.

He thought after two days when he caught you napping inside the ship it wasn’t hard to figure out that you were still working.

John stood there, a little unsure what to do.

He just draped your jacket over you, tidying the mess of papers and tools all around you and went to do some of his own work nearby while he waited.

After an hour he went back over, and he noticed you had moved, things falling out the pockets of your jacket.

He picked them up to set them aside and he noticed the sketch.

As an engineer you had the skills necessary in order to draw, what he wasn’t expecting was the see the young boy he saw in his visions.

He titled his head a little.

“I don’t know what happened to him.”

You slowly sat up, putting your jacket back on and put everything else back into your pockets.

“I carry it around with me so I don’t forget him, because nobody should be forgotten.”

“Who did you know him?”

“He was my best friend, we used to do everything together. His name was John. My mom and dad told me he died.”

John slowly nodded his head, handing you the sketch back.

“Do you kiss him?”

“Everyday, I never forgot a single memory I made with him.”

You gave John a sad smile and stood up, stretching a little.

“He didn’t die.”

You snapped your gaze to him.

“What?”

“I believe that I am that boy, I see him in my visions. I think that is me.”

You studied him for a moment.

“No…”

You jogged away, heading straight Miranda, slamming the sketch on the table.

“Is he John? Master chief?”

She looked at him, and looked at you.

“We have no files on record that go that far back (Y/N), but yes, from what we know that’s him. How do you know.”

The door opened and you turned around.

“You knew me back then? What was I like?”

“What?”

He sighed, looking down at the ground before looking back at you.

“Do you know me? Remember me?”

John shook his head.

“I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…”

You nodded, but you smiled regardless.

Walking over you held your hand out to him.

“That’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?”

“Will you tell me what you remember?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know.”

John nodded, and he shook you hand, both of your formally introducing yourselves to one another.

Friends from what was a lifetime ago for John, and maybe you held the missing links he needed to remember things, but there was an odd comfort in knowing he wasn’t lost.

He wasn’t forgotten.

He was always remembered

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