#john 117 x linda 058

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: Heartbeats

John and Linda found themselves a rare slice of normalcy—or as normal as it could get for two Spartan supersoldiers who had seen more war than weddings. Their living space, though sparsely decorated, offered a comforting sanctuary from the never-ending chaos of their lives. A couple of mismatched armchairs, a rugged sofa that had seen better days, and a few personal mementos made up the decor. It was hardly the cover of "Better Homes and Gardens," but it was theirs.

Linda, barefoot and in her athletic-wear (her personal substitute for pajamas), lounged on the sofa, her legs stretched out as one leg is lazily crossed over the other. Since coming back from the brink of death with those new Forerunner-imbued powers, she'd been different—more distant, like she was listening to a song only she could hear. John, dead on his feet from the day's drills, decided to collapse right there, his head finding a soft spot in her lap. He sighed, the sound more akin to relief than exhaustion.

"What’s that? The fifth sigh in the last half hour?" Linda teased, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Just enjoying the quiet," John grunted, his voice muffled by the cushion. "It’s nice... not having to shoot at anything or anyone for a few minutes."

"Yeah, peace and quiet, the rarest commodities in the galaxy," Linda quipped, her tone light but her eyes betraying a hint of the weight she carried. "This whole telekinesis thing... it’s like learning to walk again, in someone else’s gravity."

John opened one eye and peered up at her. "But you're handling it like a champ. Always do."Linda smirked, a flash of her old self flickering through. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Spartan."

The room was steeped in a comfortable silence again, broken only by the subtle hum of the ship's engines. It was during these moments of quiet that John's senses, honed to near-perfection, picked up something new—a second set of heartbeats, faint but unmistakable.

He bolted upright, his soldier’s instincts momentarily flaring.

"Linda, are we—"

"Expecting?" she finished for him, a sly smile playing on her lips as she touched her stomach subtly. "Turns out, the artifact didn’t just bring me back and give me fancy new party tricks—it also kicked the baby factory into gear."

John’s face morphed from shock to awe as the information sank in. "Twins? Seriously?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"Seriously," she confirmed, her eyes alight with a mixture of joy and terror. "We're going to need a bigger boat."

John laughed, the sound echoing off the metal walls, warm and genuine. "A boat, huh? What about two cribs, more diapers than we can count, and... oh, right, figuring out how to be parents?"

Linda leaned back, her laughter mingling with his. "We’ve tackled ancient alien races and saved the galaxy—how hard can raising kids be?"

"Famous last words," John quipped, his hand finding hers, fingers intertwining. "But whatever it takes, we'll figure it out. Together."

"As always," Linda agreed, her voice steady, her grip firm.

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[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

I told @caffeineyum and @authortobenamedlater that I would give a better explanation of why I ship Fred/Kelly. I also ended up writing up some of the key points of my reasons for shipping John/Linda. So. Here goes.

I'm going to skip past The Fall of Reach because the cast is too young for most of it to really get into the whole romantic side. However, once we hit First Strike? Hoooo boy.

First Strike

Fred/Kelly - They are thick as thieves. Just some real dummy thicc stealy boys. Kelly is shown to be acutely aware of Fred's emotional state - on the way down to the surface she both covers for Fred's faux pas with FLEETCOM as well as physically reaching out to bump him to reassure him. Throughout the Reach conflict they are always backing each other up and checking in on each other. When they get collected by Chief and Kelly takes a Fuel Rod shot for Halsey, it's Fred who carries her out and then later he sits with her for a minute and talks before they go out into the Slipstream-spaghetti mess to repair the Ascendant Justice's hull. Kelly then spends most of the novel either unconscious or kidnapped, so we don't get a whole lot more from them.

John/Linda, on the other hand, has a veritable treasure trove of shipping material in First Strike. Chief spends the entire novel pining after her and he has an honest-to-goodness dream about one of his most cherished memories of her. However, I'll let these two quotes do the heavy lifting on this explanation:

"He wanted to smile, too, but nothing much - apart from Linda - in a long time had given him cause[...]"

and

2. "They had frozen [Linda] while she'd still been in her suit. That was for the best, considering the extent of her injuries . . . but he would have given anything to see her face one last time."

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I just don't see someone saying "I would give anything to see her face one more time" about just a friend.

Ghosts of Onyx

Chief obviously doesn't appear, so John/Linda is a little sparse. However, at the end of the book Kelly asks "Do you think he's out there?" and Linda immediately and without hesitation says something like "Of course he is," because our girl is nothing if not loyal and trusting of her boyfriend's abilities.

Fred and Kelly also don't end up with a lot of time to think romantical-stylez, but they seemingly live rent free in one another's heads. When Fred realizes that he got a message from Halsey his first thought was to look for news about Kelly. Later when Kelly is in a stressful situation, she randomly thinks about the outdated phrases Fred would use to describe her dilemma.

--

Now, I realize how weak all of this is... but isn't that shipping in general? Reading waaaaaaay too far into things?

Anyhow. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

(I'm also tagging @makowrites because you've always got my back with Fred/Kelly and I love it.)

#halo #fred 104 #kelly 087 #john 117 #linda 058 #fred 104 x kelly 087 #john 117 x linda 058 #the lonely sailor of the good ship fred x kelly

[authortobenamedlater]

You should read this. Chief and team post-Halo 4, something that doesn’t get enough attention.

#halo #halo 4 #fic rec from atbnl #master chief #john 117 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #fred 104 #john 117 x linda 058

[empresskadia]

Happy Valentine's day! I lowkey wanna write a drabble for today, but I have nothing planned out. But-

I think it would be cute to give the Spartans Valentine's Day chocolates.

John would be puzzled, like why? He doesn't understand the concept of celebrating love and affection to the world, it was just another day for him until you gave him the small box and told him "Happy Valentine's Day." John's seriously confused but accepts his partner's gift with a subtle nod, not wanting to dismiss your gesture. It wasn't until he noticed others at the base receiving similar tokens from their partners that his confusion deepened. Why were people exchanging gifts today? What made it so special?

It's Cortana who has to jump in and explain the origins and significance of Valentine's Day, how it's the idea of expressing love and appreciation, and how it's a tradition to exchange gifts on this special day with the one you love. This was so foreign to him but he tries to understand, at the very least for you.

John goes MIA for a solid hour, like you honestly can't find him and no one has seen him. So when he appears before you with a bouquet of wild roses and presents them to you, the first thing you notice are the thornless stems and John's dirty hands. It's clear he had gone out of his way to personally gather these flowers.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he says, presenting you with the wild roses. His typically stoic expression softened, John might not have fully understood the concept of Valentine's Day, but his actions spoke louder than words about his commitment to you.

Though Linda didn't fully grasp the significance of the day, she understood the origins, having overheard about it from Marines in passing. She'll blink when you offer her the chocolates, giving you a raised brow before taking them. Girl is 100% secretly excited about it, she's not going to boast or react over it but the rest of Blue team can see a bounce to her step.

This was a pleasant surprise and she honestly didn't expect her partner to go out of their way for her. Linda makes it a personal mission to find something to gift you, yes she could have Roland help her buy something, and get it to the UNSC infinity, but she also wants it to be special. Maybe she could make you something with a piece of her armor? Or find something you might like during a mission?

Poor Fred was stuck with paperwork when you happened to bound into his office with a box of chocolates. He's surprised and curious when you present him with the gift, giving you this adorable head tilt when he opens it. Did he miss something? Was today an anniversary he happened to forget? The confusion is pretty evident when he asks "What's this?"

When you explain it, it clicks that he's heard about the holiday from commanders before. Honestly, the day slips his mind, it had never really held much significance to him and he only remembers it exists every once in awhile. Despite his initial confusion, Fred's expression softens into a grateful smile as he thanks you for the chocolates.

However, his mind was already racing, searching for a way to reciprocate the gesture. While he couldn't immediately think of a suitable gift, he recalled Roland mentioning that the UNSC Infinity's Memorial Park atrium was holding a dance that evening and he could do a public event for you. The idea formed in his mind, that it was a thoughtful way to show his appreciation, and a shared experience at the dance might be a meaningful way to celebrate Valentine's Day together.

I will say when Kelly finds out about the dance being held in the Memorial Park atrium, she is on her way to find her partner. Like full-on sprinting through the ship [it took Fred a minute to realize who just blurred by his office in a rush, asking if he's seen her partner.] So before you even start searching for her to give her the chocolates, Kelly has already found you first.

She was so ready to ask about this dance thing and what was going on until you gave her that sweet smile and handed her the box. Her expression transformed from eager anticipation to surprise and then delight when she opened the chocolates. Her eyes held most of her emotion, they almost seemed like they were glittering and she smiled when you explained the reason behind the gift and the upcoming dance.

Of course, she accepted your invitation with a tease, that mischievous glint in her eyes. Unbeknownst to you, she had already set aside a gift for her partner when she learned about the holiday a week beforehand from Commander Palmer. It was a small token of her affection, carefully chosen with Roland's help to express her appreciation and love.

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[noblesixjm04]

A Worm

Fredrick-104

While out in the field. Fixing the wheel on the Worthog.

Reader: "Hey Fred?"

Fred-104: *Hums in response. Keeping watch over the open field as he holds the Worthog up so that you could fix the wheel.*

Reader: *Pausing from loosening the lug nuts.* "Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Fred-104: "I." *He stops. Trying to figure out if all those 'crayons' you had eaten earlier were messing with you.* "Y/n why would you be a worm?"

Reader: *You shrug and go back to twisting off the lug nuts. Tossing them into an old tin cup as you respond. Alibiet quietly.* "Dunno. But would you?"

Fred: *Sighs and stays quiet for a minute as he looks down at you. Your face dirtied and bruised. There's a hopeful look in those eyes of yours. Those eyes that have yet to dull even this far into the war.*

Fred: *He could tell that this meant something to you. He just couldn't tell what. And clearly he had taken to long to answer because you bit your lip and looked away. Shoulders hunching towards your ears as you went back to the busted tire.*

Reader: *You were a little embarrassed now. Maybe all of your dumb questions were now catching up to you with this one. Maybe Fred had just hit his limit with your shenanigans. Either way.* "Nevermind. It was a dumb-"

Fred: "Yes." *Something in his chest burned when you looked up at him. A grin so wide it was a wonder how your cheeks didn't hurt.* "I'd keep you in my pocket. Now pull the tire off. This is getting heavy."

Honestly he couldn't fight of his own smile on the way back. Your own bright grin almost blinding the entire way there.

Linda-058

The two of you had been meditating. Well. Linda still was. You were laying on the floor with your head in her lap. Counting every breath she made as you waited.

Reader: "Linda. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Linda: *Barely opens her eyes. You catch a sliver of green before she closes them again.* "Depends. Did I know you before you were a worm or are you just a random worm that I met?"

Reader: *You think for a moment. Reaching up to play with Linda's dog tags when they fall out of her shirt.* "You would know me before I was a worm. Doesn't make sense if i'm already a worm."

Linda: *You catch the barest hint of a smile on her lips before she's looking down at you. Red hair falling loosely past her shoulders. Her hand curling around your own."

Linda: "Then yes. I'd even have the UNSC make you your own sniper rifle so you could get into places I couldn't."

Reader: *Laughing softly.* "How am I supposed to shoot if I don't have hands?"

Linda: Thoroughly amused with you. Loving the silly questions you'd have for the others and her. The humanity that you would draw forth from them.* "You would have a tail though."

Reader: "Oh ya! Worms do have tails!"

The two of you were in the mess hall. Going over your respective playlists together and swapping old rock music when you randomly ask the question.

Reader: "Kelly. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Kelly: *Shrugging. Fred had told her about your strange question a couple of days ago.* "Ya."

Reader: *Beaming.* Really?"

Kelly: *She thinks its cute the way your hands patter against the table in your excitement. The grin on your face and the way your laugh sounds as it spills from your lips.* "Yep. Maybe we could get you some Spartan armor. Then you could be the strongest worm in the universe." *She nudges your foot with hers beneath the table.* "You could give the Hunters a run for their money."

Reader: *You snort a laugh. Adding on a led zeppelin song to the playlist.* "Now you're just messing with me." *You wave a finger at her. Laughing as you do so.*

Kelly: *She smiles. Picking an apple off her tray and handing it to you.* "Maybe. Now here. Eat."

Reader: *You look at her. Dead pan as you hold the apple, your elbow on the table as you look to it then her.* "Is this because of the worm thing?"

John-117

You had just finished training with John. You were tired, sore, and sitting cross legged on the floor. You were curled over your water bottle as you waited for John to finish up.

John-117: *Unwinding the wraps from his hands. Sitting on the floor across from you. Waiting for you to catch your breath before beginning your stretches.*

Reader: *You were regulating your breathing. Watching as John unwrapped his hands. The movements were methodical. Almost mechanical in their familiarity with the action. Slowly, more and more of his paled, scared skin was shown to you.*

Reader: *Your own still wrapped hands tighten around your bottle. You could feel your heart flutter in your chest as you open your mouth.* "Hey Chief?"

John-117: *Hums to let you know that he is listening. Moving to unwrap his other hand.*

Reader: "Would. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

John: *Stops altogether. Blue eyes pinning you down. Searching over you. He sees your near death grip on your bottle. Could hear the hitching of your breath. See's the way your chin ducks down into your chest.*

John: "Why would you be a worm?"

Reader: *You glance away and shrug your shoulders. Feeling a little silly now.* "Dunno. Just am." *You begin to unwrap your hand. Trying to search for something to do besides stew in your own emotions.*

John: *Finishes unwraping his and begins to help you with yours. He knows you didn't need it but still.* "How did you become a worm?"

Reader: *You shrug your shoulders and try to will your shaking hands to still.* "Dunno." *You watch as John soothes your first freed hand. Feeling comfort from it and his calloused fingers trail against your palm. Feeling comfort from his steady warmth.*

Reader: "Does it matter?"

John: *He was trying to calm you in one of the few ways he knew how. That by being close to you and letting you move, work with your hands, allowed to to speak more easily.* "It does. I'd want to know how to turn you back. The universe is dangerous for a worm."

Reader: *You don't say anything for a moment. Mulling over your thoughts as John guided you through the first of your stretches.*

Reader: "Would you still love me though?"

John: *Pauses in what he's doing. One of his large hands is still pressed to your back. Moving upwards as you sit upright. Its steadying. Grounding as you look up at him.*

John: "I would find a way to turn you back." *His chest hurts when your face falls. He sighs a breath when you let out a soft 'oh'. And look away.*

John: "Look at me." *He's still kneeled down next to you so he moves to sit instead. It almost hurts him when you do look at him. Eyes glossy and he could tell that you were biting the inside of your cheek.*

Reader: "Ya Chief?" *Your voice is tight. You don't know why this mattered so much to you but it did. The others would be ok if you were a worm. Why not John?*

John: *Softly bumps you chin with his knuckles.* "I'd change you back from a worm because I would miss you."

Reader: *You tilt your head. Confused. Mainly because that wasn't the question.* "What do you mean?"

John: *Looks over your shoulder. Surveying the room before turning his attention back to you.* "Worms don't talk. Worms don't ask the questions you do." *Worms don't fill that empty spot in his chest like you do. The thought of losing you. Just the thought.*

John: *Taps a finger against your cheek.* "And worms don't care if people love them." *And oh how his heart burns when you cry. Brushing away the tears before more could form.*

John: "I would find a way to turn you back."

I love you how you are.

#halo #incorrect halo quotes #John 117 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #fred 104 #reader being reader #Halo x reader #blue team

[selfawarejester]

Ok hear me out: Spartans with a reader who has nicknames for them that, to outsiders looking in, seem like insults.

Examples: Four-Eyes for Linda, Robocop for Kat, or Tin Man for John.

Oh, love this so much — nicknames are already so cute and intimate, but add insulting nicknames 🥰🥰

lmao, all kidding aside, the Spartans would probably really appreciate the nicknames you give them, especially if they’re kinda rude, because it means you trust and know them well enough to be like “yeah, this shouldn’t upset them” and that makes them feel so seen. Also, these are people who grew up with a ton of other children in a military setting, so anything you’re calling them, they’ve been called worse before they even ate breakfast most days.

It’s a travesty I haven’t written for Kat yet, so thank you @aiitheoutsinfree; hope you enjoy this! If y’all want me to do a part 2 with other Spartans, please REQUEST!

Love your feedback, and also thinking of starting a Halo taglist — would anyone be interested?

John isn’t expecting it when you call him Tin Man — it’s usually something offensive or derogatory, tossed at his face by angry or anxious colleagues or enemies. But the way you say it, with adoration dripping from your tone as you stare at him with hearts in your eyes (and who wouldn’t???), just makes him hide a smile, same as he does when Kelly, Fred or Linda try to rile him up with habits from their shared and cherished childhood.

He doesn’t really care if other people hear you say it: he trusts you to know when the situation is stable or intimate enough for you to use such a nickname. If you do end up using it in a situation where it might undermine his authority (if it’s even possible), he’ll let it slide and will later take you aside, explaining why he doesn’t want you to do that again and asks you not to. He doesn’t really care if it’s bunch of marines because your banter actually humanizes him, and people are a little more at ease with him.

They’re still way too scared to use it though.

Linda actually laughs when you call her Four-Eyes. She’s well aware of the… oddness of her helmet’s design — Kelly has made it vividly and loudly clear, and Fred’s flabbergasted stare when she first donned it was more than she could ask for. But since she’s Linda and it helps her, the Sniper Goddess, no one questions her and she doesn’t care even if they would. And yet, the fact that you would look at arguably the scariest Spartan (John concurs wholeheartedly, unaware of how anyone could confuse him for her birthright and miraculous power in the post), and call her something a child would… it warms her heart.

You can call her this whenever, she will literally not care at all. Other people freak out and like try to chastise you, but they get glared at until they go away like that scene in The Office where Jim yells at Toby, and he’s just like “what did I do??”

Mere mortals will never understand 😼 She will also gently tease you back, nothing too bad or obvious.

Okay, so Kat might be the only one who pushes back at the nickname. As one of the last surviving members of Beta Company, she goes on the defensive easily — this isn’t because she doesn’t trust you, but her initial instinct is always that people are against her. However, she will realise that you’re not trying to belittle or insult her, and will warm up to it. That being said, she will give way better than she gets, so be prepared for that!

She will care if you say it in front of other people, specifically she will glare at everyone who heard it till they scramble away, certain that they’ll never use it or acknowledge it for the rest of their living days. If it’s NOBLE team, she’ll just make fun of you, and if Emile tries to mock her for it, y’all team up against him — but he’s ready. Are you?

Mans carved a skull into his helmet like he was designed by a 12 year old and has the ✨ audacity ✨ to front smh

#halo #master chief x reader #john 117 x reader #linda 058 x reader #kat b320 x reader #halo x reader #halo headcanons #These are for the games and books!! Not TV canon!! #john 117 #master chief #linda 058 #kat b320 #gabiwrites

[lialacleaf]

The Chief and the Intern - The Brave and the Bold - Master Chief X Reader

Masterlist

You felt a pounding in your head like nothing you had ever experienced in your life. Someone gently called you, but the moment you tried to open your eyes to see who it was, the fluorescent lights above you made you squeeze your eyes shut once again. 

“(Y/LN)....(Y/FN)? My name is Dr. Aldias, can you hear me?” The voice was soft and soothing, and you felt as if you could willingly drown in it. “I’m sorry, I don’t think she’ll be awake to talk to you anytime soon,” the doctor said, and your brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Understood, Ma’am.” You recognized that voice. It was the one that had promised to get you to safety. The Master Chief himself. 

“Master Chief?” you murmured, and the room fell silent. You heard heavy footfalls approach your bed and groaned, feeling as if every step he took was a nail being drilled into your skull. 

“Yes Ma’am?” he asked, and when you opened your eyes, his gloved hand was shielding your eyes from the bright light. 

“The research base…some of us didn’t escape…” His helmeted head nodded in understanding. “We’re prepping a team for insertion. Command was hoping you’d have some valuable information.” 

You nodded, attempting to very slowly sit up, a task he quickly aided you with, keeling at your bedside. His hands were warm on your shoulders as he helped situate you more comfortably. “The banished wanted the colony's resources, or at least the ones in production. They kept a lot of us alive to work, myself included.”

His hand settled on your knee, and you blinked in surprise. “Were there any other civilians?” he asked gently. 

“Not anymore,” you murmured, answering his unspoken question. You attempted to stand, but his hands moved back to your shoulders, preventing you from going anywhere. 

“You need to stay here and recover. According to Dr. Aldias, you’re suffering from head trauma,” he stated bluntly. 

“I want to help,” you argued. “I may not be a soldier but-”

“You’re staying here,” he finalized, squeezing your shoulders softly. 

“My friends are down there, I spent months living with those people,” you argued. 

He cocked his head at you contemplatively, as if he were mulling his words over carefully. “Most civilians don’t make it out of combat alive. By the time my team is sent in, there are none of you left, and we’re hauling out as many marines as we can. I was lucky to find you before anything happened. The last thing I want to see down there is a dead civilian, so how about you stay up here so I don’t have to? Can you do that for me?” 

You felt your jaw go slack as you stared at him. If Dr. Aldias’ reaction of widened eyes was anything to go by, you supposed that was far more personable than Spartans, than the Master Chief, would usually behave. “I…ok,” you stumbled over your words, your eyes falling away from his visor. 

He gave your shoulder another soft squeeze. “Thank you.” And then he was gone, off to prep his team for a rescue mission. He’d thanked you. As if he hadn’t saved your life, carried you to the med-bay, and talked you down from rushing into battle to get yourself killed. 

The more you thought about it the more embarrassed you became. You were probably only so agitated and determined due to your concussion. You leaned back against your bed and groaned as Dr. Aldias went about checking your vitals. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so…personable,” she commented after a moment of silence. 

Your head shot up curiously. “What do you mean?” you asked. 

“Oh I’m sure it’s nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head. You blinked in confusion as she took a few notes down on her clipboard. “Get some rest, (Y/N).”

When you awoke the second time, the lights were dimmed, and your eyes had to adjust to the lack of light. The clock on the wall read 2200 hours, and you found yourself having to count backward to determine the time. 

Dr. Aldias was nowhere to be seen, and your stomach had begun to rumble hungrily. When was the last time you’d had a meal? Well, you hadn’t exactly had a real meal in quite a while. The banished hadn’t been feeding you very well to begin with. 

You considered trying to find the mess hall yourself, but starships were massive, and you didn’t know where to find any shoes. You carefully got to your feet, looking around for any sign of your uniform shoes. Would it be appropriate for you to explore in your socks and med-bay scrubs? It wasn’t as if you were wearing a hospital dress. 

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the hulking figure in the corner of the room stand from his seat. He was deathly quiet, and when you backed into him it was all you could do to contain a shriek. 

His hands shot out to steady you, and you swallowed thickly. “Chief…I didn’t know you were here, maybe make a little more noise next time,” you suggested with a tinge of embarrassment clouding your voice. 

“Apologies, you seemed bothered by it before. I take it that means your head is feeling better?”

You blinked in surprise. He had remembered that? Was that also why the lights had been dimmed? “No, no it’s ok,” you insisted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” you weren’t entirely sure who you were trying to convince. 

“Ma’am,” he stated softly. 

“(y/n),” you corrected. You were sick of being called Ma’am. You weren’t an officer or anyone of high importance really. You were an intern, and you couldn’t help but feel like a rather pathetic one after the display you’d put on when he’d found you. 

“(y/n), considering the events of the past few days, it would be completely understandable if you were not fine.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. It was beginning to unnerve you that you couldn’t see his face. How were you supposed to read him with that visor in the way? Maybe that was the point, you supposed. 

“When is Dr. Aldias coming back?” you asked softly. You needed food, and some shoes, and maybe some pain meds for the pain in your shoulders. 

“Dr. Aldias is…overwhelmed at the moment,” he murmured. 

“With the survivors?” you asked. You had completely forgotten about that. He nodded rather grimly, and you couldn’t help but feel…alone. You didn’t know anyone else on this ship. You didn’t even know who you were supposed to report to. With a heavy sigh, you found yourself taking a seat on your cot. “What am I supposed to do,” you whispered to yourself. 

The Chief regarded you with the tilt of his helmet. You looked lost, and alone. He knew what being alone felt like. Until he’d been re-uinited with Blue Team he’d felt very alone. Especially after losing Cortana. He couldn’t help but think back to the sight of you curled in on yourself on the battlefield, and felt his stomach drop. Whatever you had felt in that moment, he didn’t want you to ever feel again. 

How he was supposed to make you feel better was an absolute mystery to him however, and he simply put a hand on your shoulder. “(y/n)?” he called softly as your eyes became a little glassy. 

You screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to burden the Chief with witnessing you cry. “I don’t know where my shoes are,” you murmured, voice coming out hoarce. He cocked his head at you, but you couldn’t decipher the nature of it. “Or where the mess is, or my clothes,” you ranted softly. 

“(y/n),” he said sternly, gaining your attention. “Everything is going to be just fine. Those things can be taken care of. We can even contact your family if you’d like,” he offered. 

Oh God, your family. They probably thought you were dead after not having been contacted by you for months. It took a moment for it to even register what a kind offer that was. “I appreciate the offer but…don’t you also have more pressing responsibilities?” you asked, trying to be as considerate as possible. He was the Master Chief after all. 

He was quiet for a moment, before kneeling down in front of you as his hands settled on either side of his helmet before, much to your surprise, lifting it off his head and setting it on the cot beside you. “My team and I have been ordered to remain on the Infinity for the time being. I promise you it’s no distraction.” 

Your eyes swept over his face before landing on those clear blue eyes set on either side of a broad nose, shrouded beneath dark eyebrows. He tilted his head at you in an almost curious manner. You looked softer without the barrier of his visor between the two of you. “Shouldn’t you be taking the opportunity to rest yourself?” you asked. 

He raised one of those thick brows at you, the ghost of a smile flashing across those lips. “I’ve had plenty of rest of the past few days.” 

Your eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Days?” you asked. He nodded affirmatively. 

“You’ve been here for three, to be exact,” he explained, standing to his full height. “Considering how long you’ve been out, it’s no surprise you’d be hungry.” He offered you a hand up, delicately holding onto you when you took it. 

The Chief’s eyes roved over your face, and his blank expression turned into a frown as he took in the bruises on the right side of your face, momentarily reliving the relief he’d felt when he’d scooped you up to find that you were, in fact, alive after that grenade had sent you flying. He’d watched too many people die, too mant fiends, too many allies. He hadn’t been able to save hundreds of people in New Pheonix, or Cortana, or his Spartans, Miranda, Johnson, Sam. The list went on and on. But he’d saved you. And that had felt…rewarding. Like he wasn’t entirely useless. He didn’t realize how badly he had needed that until you were nestled in his arms. 

It had felt like having a purpose again, he realized. “Clothes first, then food,” he said, and you nodded in approval. 

“Thanks you,” you murmured, swallowing what remained of your anxiety and sadness. Neither of those things would help you right now.“And I’d like to apologize, I was a bit…confused before. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t mean to be difficult.” 

You could have sworn you saw his lips quirk in amusement. “Normal for someone experiencing a brain injury, I’d say. And brave of you,” he added as an afterthought. 

“I didn’t feel very brave when I was knocked on my ass that morning.”

“It’s harder to keep a clear head in real combat,” He answered, leading you out of your little room, placing his helmet on as the two of you left the med-bay behind. You couldn’t help but think that if you were going to continue working for the UNSC, that might just be a good skill to learn. And you were pretty sure you were looking and the best damn teacher too. Baby steps, you thought. For now, you needed a meal.

I'm thrilled so many people are interested in this little series, hope you all enjoy~

@zizzlekwum @117s-girl @embarrassedauthornerd

please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for this series!

#spartan 117 #john 117 #master chief #halo #john117 #blue team #kelly 087 #linda 058 #fred 104 #master chief x reader #halo fanfiction

[witchie-writings]

I’m literally so happy that i finally found someone that writes about Chief😃😃 that boy doesn’t have enough attention and hugs. Anyways Can you get some dad!Chief and his kid, like the kid is the newest generation of Spartans and UNSC gets to see the father daughter/ son dual kicking asses in the battle field. You can say no and if you decide to answer or actually write it can you tag me in it, sorry it’s so long and thank youuuuu❤️

man i should apologize to you, this is one of the oldest requests i got and it's taken me over a year to finally write for it :') im so sorry, i hope these hcs can make up for it </3

also anon, im not sure if i can tag you since you're anon, im sorry :(

ALSO GUYS PLEASE REQUEST MORE DAD!CHIEF WITH HIS CHILDREN I ACTUALLY REALLY FUCKING LIKED THIS (used they/them so that it could be either daughter or son!)

Dad!Chief with his spartan!child:

Sorry Covenant, your asses are about to be kicked to kingdom come; with father and child both being capable spartans, there's little that they could conquer.

Originally, they weren't going to enlist in the fourth spartan program at all. They wanted to live a life away from the war, which John full supported since he didn't want them to enlist either. He's seen his fair share of death and carnage, he didn't want his child to grow up in the same gruelling environment. But fate was a cruel master, and Chief lost his S/O to a covenant attack.

This caused their child to seek vengence against the Covenant for what they've done, but John, despite his grief and combating his own depression at the time, still refused to allow them to sign up.

Both father and child battled each other in a heated argument. Witnesses say that John had slowly began to raise his voice, something's never done before in the history of his career. What's more astonishing, their child remained fearless against their father. They stood their ground against the famous spartan; John's title, height, or prowess didn't scare them, if anything, it made them more determined.

Eventually, John had to leave the argument to gather his bearings in his private chambers. His mind was in shambles. All he wanted to do was spare his child from the brutality of life, he didn't want them to meet a untimely end. They still had so much to live for.

It took Master Chief a long time before he came to them with an answer. He'll allow them to sign up for the program, only if him and his commanding officers allowed them to be stationed on Blue Team.

They agreed, and seeing as it is the literal Master Chief the UNSC was seeing, they complied and allowed Chief's child to be apart of Blue Team.

Needless to say they were estatic. They quickly signed up, and after the modifications and training had been completed, they were suited for their armor. Wearing it fit like a glove, it was if they were meant to don it.

They knew their mother would be proud of them, and even though John was initially against the idea, a piece of him found pride in it as well.

As for the Covenant? Well, they were fucking terrified.

Both child and father complimented each other's strength and weaknesses. Where one was, the other wasn't too far behind, and seeing as the child was a freshly made spartan, they were nimble, swift, and deadly.

It didn't take long for them to carve out their own little reputation within the UNSC ranks. They completely mission after mission, battling grunts, elites, and even Jiralhanae.

More than once did they battle opponents one and one. Against all the possible odds, they used their wits to overpower their enemy. Their speed was only matched by Kelly, and even then, sometimes Kelly struggled up to keep up with the spitfire.

John was definitely surprised at how natural his child fit into the role of a spartan. If you told him ten years prior that their child would be one of the best spartans in the UNSC, he'd likely stare you down in disbelief.

Just... something about the thrill of fighting came naturally to the child. It was exhilarating, dangerous, and dare they say even fun. What doubled onto the whole thing is that for every covenant member they kill, the human colonies on various worlds become just a bit safer from a potential invasion.

For Blue Team, they all took family roles for the kid.

Kelly acted as the aunt with a dry sense of humor; they both cracked jokes with each other and laughed over a good cup of tea or coffee. John saw Kelly as an absolute menace because of this.

Linda was admittedly the haredst to get attached too, due to her general lone wolf nature. Despite that, she looked after the child like her own, teaching them how to snipe with killer accuracy, and teaching them how to conceal their emotions.

Fred was most definitely the silent, yet enjoyable uncle. John's often goes to them when they have to rant or get their feelings out of their system, either through talk or sparring. Fred always listens to them and depending on what they need, either comfort or words of wisdom.

John appreciates all of what his brother and sister do for them, but most importantly, he was proud of what his child has become.

He only wishes his lover were here to see it all.

#halo #halo master chief #halo john 117 #master chief x reader #john 117 x reader #halo child #dead reader #spartan!child #halo ce #halo combat evolved #halo 2 #halo 3 #halo reach #halo the master chief collection #halo 5 #halo wars #halo wars 2 #kelly-087 #linda-058 #fred-104 #frederic-104 #halo blue team

[ladyknightskye]

Just a bit of my favorite part from one of my current fics. Link to the full piece under the cut!

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“Fred, you are three times the woman’s size, of course she’s going to tell you that,” John found himself saying. “Unless you’re trying to flirt, in which case, you’re doing it badly.”

“Like you know how to flirt,” Fred muttered.

“I have been flirted with far more than you,” John replied.

“That is true,” Linda piped up.

“How?” Fred pushed. “How has John been flirted with more than me?”

“Well, for one thing, Lopis doesn’t actually flirt with you,” Kelly answered, “And two, Cortana was flirting with John from the moment they met.”

“And she never stopped from what I remember,” Linda added.

#halo #halo fic #master chief #john 117 #fred 104 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #cortana #veta lopis #veta lopis/fred 104 #master chief x cortana #freta #johntana

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: Advice... Again

Fred-104 was sprawled on a moth-eaten couch that had seen better days, probably around the time the Covenant thought humans were an easy target. He was idly flipping through a digital magazine, "Cuisine for the Super-Soldier Soul," a title so absurd it had to be military issue.

Kelly-087 was beside him, her legs thrown over his lap in a casual display of affection, her attention on a holoscreen displaying a list of 'Top 10 Quiet Getaways for the War-Weary Soldier.'

"Look at this," Kelly said, pointing at a blip on the screen. "There's a place that serves a dish called 'The Master Chief.' It's essentially a steak so tender it sneaks up on your taste buds."

Fred chuckled, the sound gruff but warm. "Sounds like something John would accidentally invent and never realize it's named after him."

Their banter was abruptly interrupted by a sound resembling a Warthog crashing through a supply depot. Except this depot was their living room window. Glass sprayed across the room, a makeshift reminder that peace was always temporary.

John-117, the epitome of Spartan stoicism and the most unlikely window-smasher, lay amid the chaos he'd created, looking momentarily perplexed by his own entrance. Fred and Kelly, veterans of countless battles, could only stare.

"John, ever heard of knocking?" Fred finally said, his tone dry enough to make a desert jealous.

Kelly, ever the pragmatist, was already calculating the cost of replacing the window. Again. "Or, you know, using the door like a normal person?"

John rose, shaking off glass like a dog shedding water. "Apologies for the dramatic entrance. I require... assistance."

Fred raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you run out of doors to knock on?"John's gaze was serious, a storm brewing over an ocean of uncertainty. "It's Linda. I need to ask her out. On a date."

Silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the distant hum of the station's life support systems. Kelly and Fred exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them.

"You flew through our window... for dating advice?" Kelly's voice was a mix of incredulity and amusement.

John, unfazed by the absurdity of his actions, nodded. "Yes."

Fred stood, adopting the stance of a mentor about to impart wisdom upon a wayward student. "Well, step one: don't start by breaking her personal belongings. It tends to set the wrong tone."

Kelly, finding her voice again, added, "And maybe try using words. 'Linda, I value our time together both in and out of combat. Would you be interested in exploring a more... personal mission with me?' See? Easy."

John considered this, his brow furrowed in concentration. "No tactical overlay? No mission brief?"

"Definitely not," Fred deadpanned. "Try to sound less like you're planning an assault on a Covenant stronghold and more like you're, you know, human."

A moment passed, then John nodded, a determined glint in his eye. He turned, assessing the room with a tactical eye that unfortunately included the remaining intact window.

"Not again," Kelly sighed, already knowing what was coming.With the grace of a Spartan (which, in domestic settings, translated to 'bull in a china shop'), John made his dramatic exit through the second window, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Fred and Kelly, now facing the prospect of explaining to UNSC property management why two windows needed replacing due to 'Spartan relationship advice,' couldn't help but laugh.

"Dinner and window shopping, then?" Fred quipped, offering his hand to Kelly to pull her up from the couch.

"Let's just hope the restaurant has a discount for heroes," Kelly replied, accepting his hand with a smile. "Because at this rate, we're going to need it."

#halo #halo fanfiction #halo fanfic #master chief #john 117 #master chief fanfic #master chief fanfiction #halo headcanon #halo au #helix studios117 #halo reloaded #Ultimate halo #fred 104 #fred/kelly #fred 104 x kelly 087 #john 117 x linda 058 #linda 058 #john/linda

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

For the Sentence Starters... I went with one from each category but feel free to pick the one that speaks to you the most. Or throw in all three, whatever works! Angst: 7, Fluff: 12, Misc: 1 💖

These come from this ask game! (If anyone else has more prompts for me, send them my way! I'm enjoying these ones a lot!)

Angst 7: Don't you ever do that again!

John felt a pair of hands collide roughly with his back, sending him staggering forward several steps. "What were you thinking?" a voice barked from behind him.

He turned slowly. "You're having a moment, Petty Officer," he answered coldly.

Linda-058, a woman known for her calm in the most adverse conditions known the humankind, regarded him with a vitriolic sneer. "No, Master Chief," she countered hotly, "it just appears that you forgot to switch your brain on today."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "You've clearly got something to say to me, Spartan. Say it."

"Oh, cut it," Linda barked. Her reactions were past the line of insubordination at this point, but he would let it slide. "You nearly got yourself killed today," the sniper continued, her temper burning to match her bright red hair. "Spare me the stoicism, Chief. You need to screw your head back on straight."

The Master Chief cocked his head to one side. She was right... he had nearly gotten killed earlier. But it was for the mission. From his perspective, sacrificing himself would have been a valuable trade for a successful mission.

Linda, evidently, disagreed.

The female Spartan glared daggers at John, her chest heaving under the weight of her rage. Finally, she dropped her gaze to the floor. "I thought I lost you," she confessed, her voice whisper-quiet. "It was... it was the worst moment of my life."

Suddenly it felt as though someone had stuck a knife in John's side and twisted. He looked at the barely disguised pain on Linda's face and realized what his action might have done to her. It wasn't a pretty thing to confront.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said, the apology feeling foreign on his lips. He was a commander. The commander of the greatest soldiers in human history. Asking forgiveness was not something he often found himself doing. But for Linda... it was worth it. "I didn't realize."

He took a few slow, awkward steps forward. His hand landed gently on her arm. She wouldn't be able to feel his grip through her armor, but he hoped it made some difference.

Linda huffed out a sigh. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Just... don't ever do that again," she said firmly.

John wanted to tell her that he would do it again if the situation ever called for it. That he had to be ready to make the ultimate sacrifice at all times... that they all did.

Instead, he nodded. "I won't do it again," he promised. It was probably a lie. She knew that. But it was what she needed to hear at that moment.

Linda let out the breath she had accidentally been holding. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. "Good," she breathed. Then she lifted her eyes to stare at him from beneath her lashes. "Because if you do, I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself," she challenged.

John grinned. That was a threat he could live with.

Fluff 12: He's so pretty I think I'm going to faint.

Serin Osman settled into the chair with a tired sigh. The massive woman across the table stared at a fixed point on the wall behind her, her face a somewhat adorable approximation of a pout. "Talk to me, Spartan," the captain said firmly. "Something's obviously wrong."

Naomi-010 dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she groaned. "I can't focus, I can't sleep... it's like I'm possessed. This has never happened before."

Serin sat up straighter in her chair. This kind of fatigue was important to meet head-on when dealing with long-term missions behind enemy lines. "What's distracting you?" she asked in a measured tone.

As she waited for Naomi's answer, Serin's mind immediately began processing potential causes. Burnout - unlikely, but possible. Survivor's guilt - given the number of Spartan casualties of the past few months, a much higher probability. Exhaustion - the most likely by far.

Naomi pulled in a shaky breath before finally answering in a quiet voice; "Vaz."

Serin blinked. Then she blinked again. "Come again?" she asked, smoothing out her uniform in an attempt to disguise her mounting confusion.

The Spartan didn't lift her head from her hands. "Corporal Beloi," she confirmed, sounding absolutely miserable. "I can't stop thinking about him. I feel like I'm going insane.

Captain Osman did her best not to let a smirk show on her face. She suddenly didn't feel quite so bad about her own flirtations with Sergeant Geffen. "Is there something going on between you two?" she asked, trying to broach the topic carefully to avoid shutting the Spartan down.

Naomi shook her head vehemently. "No. At least... I don't think so." Finally, she lifted her eyes to look at Serin. "That's the problem though. I want there to be." Then she dropped her head back to the table with an audible thunk. "He's so pretty," she said pathetically. "I think I'm going to faint."

Now Serin couldn't keep the smile off her face. She didn't even try. To her credit, she at least didn't laugh out loud.

"What do I do?" Naomi asked, her voice muffled by the table she had shoved her face into.

Serin gently reached out and carefully patted the back of Naomi's hand, doing the most comforting thing she could think of at the moment. "Well... there's only one thing you really can do," she said slowly. Naomi lifted her face. There was hope in her eyes. "The next time we make port somewhere, buy him a drink," Serin proposed.

Naomi dropped her head again. "I was afraid you would so that," she moaned.

Misc. 1: All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.

"So, what do you do for fun?"

Senator Chuchi - Riyo, he reminded himself again - had such a light way of speaking. Like her words could just up and float away if they wanted to. She was wandering around Fox's office, trying to act as though the Spartan accommodations were at all interesting.

The clone knew, subconsciously, that the shelves on his office wall were supposed to be for holostills. For souvenirs from planets visited. For keepsakes from friends and family. He didn't have any of those things. So instead he had filled his shelves with extra charge packs, a few thermal detonators, and even the parts to a Z6 Rotary Canon for him to put together whenever the stress was too much to focus on paperwork.

"No time for 'fun,' Ma'am," he responded gruffly. "I have too much work to do."

Riyo circled away from the sparse 'decorations' adorning his walls and turned back to Fox. She reached out to pick up his helmet from where it had been sitting on his desk. Part of him wanted to snap at her. To take the helmet out of her hands and reprimand her for touching the kit of a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic.

The rest of him knew that he would never be able to snap at Riyo. She could arm one of those thermal detonators and ask him to sit on it until it exploded for her and his only answer would be, "Yes, thank you."

To say he was in trouble when it came to the Pantoran Senator Riyo Chuchi would be an understatement of mythic proportions.

Riyo's delicate hands ghosted over the painted patterns on his helmet. She'd asked him, once, if the symbols meant anything. They didn't. He just thought that it looked nice. When he'd told her as much, she smiled at him as though that in and of itself meant something. She always smiled at him like that. Like he meant something.

"Come on, Fox," she goaded. There was a smile on her full, perfect lips that tasted like Jogan fruit. "There has to be something that you do for fun."

Fox glanced up at her from his datapad, offering her a rare half-smile. "You've known me long enough to know I don't understand fun, Senator. All I do is drink caf and swear at my troopers."

Riyo drew up to her full height. She wasn't a large woman. He couldn't help but smirk at her attempted intimidation display.

"And you have known me long enough to know that I hate when you call me that, Commander," she said sternly. She was the only person in the galaxy who got away with calling him by his name more frequently than by his rank.

For some reason, he hated it when she called him by his rank. It sounded wrong.

Riyo regarded him with a stern expression for several seconds before giving in and smiling again. "Well... we'll just have to find something fun for you, then," she said carefully. "Next time maybe I'll bring a board game along."

No matter how often they did this - which was almost daily - Fox couldn't help but worry it would be the last time. He felt an excited thrill tremble down his spine as she spoke so casually about next time.

Judging by the softening smile on her face, Riyo seemed to be reading his thoughts. She did that a lot. Sometimes he was convinced that she was a Jedi... or maybe he really just wore his heart on his sleeve. Or his face, as it were. Either way, Riyo was suddenly standing very close to him, her citrus-scented shampoo that she had used every day since he complimented it in passing once filling his nostrils and her hands delicately meshing in his black hair.

The first two fingers of one hand rested on the point of his chin, and she turned his face toward her. His eyes slid shut automatically, and then her lips were on his. They were soft, and full, and perfect. Just like the rest of her. She lingered longer than was strictly necessary - as if any of this were strictly necessary - and Fox soaked up every second he possibly could.

Finally, Riyo drew back. "I have to get going," she said, her eyes wide and vulnerable and sad. She always looked sad when she had to go. It broke his heart... but it also filled him with something else. A happier feeling. Pride, maybe, that such a perfect creature could possibly miss him.

"I'll miss you," he breathed. The words slipped out by accident, but he didn't retract them. What would be the point? They were true. He missed her every moment she wasn't around.

Riyo smiled, and it was more powerful than the light of Coruscant's star stabbing through the planet's ever-present toxic cloud cover. He basked in that light. Sometimes it felt more important to him than oxygen. "I'll miss you too," she sighed, her words barely audible.

Then she kissed him again. Then she was gone. She paused in the doorway, turning over her shoulder to say, "I'll see you tomorrow, Fox."

The door slid shut behind her. Once it did, and he was sure that no one could see him, Fox let a full-fledged smile fill his face.

He couldn't wait.

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Thanks for the prompts! This was fun. Also thanks to @thefinaljediknight and @helix-studios117 for helping me decide which pairings to use! I'm also tagging @makowrites because there's some Vaz/Naomi going on and I'd hate to think she missed that.

#thanks for the prompts! #prompt game #halo #star wars the clone wars #my writing #john 117 #linda 058 #john 117 x linda 058 #serin osman #naomi 010 #vaz x naomi #commander fox #riyo chuchi #foxiyo

[gamelpar]

halo characters as cursed images part 2

John-117

Kelly-087

Fred-104

Linda-058

Sam-034

Cortana

Veta Lopis

the Gammas

Veta & the Gammas aka the Ferrets

(bonus) Veta & Fred

#halo #halo shitpost #cursed images #halo blue team #the ferrets #john 117 #kelly 087 #fred 104 #linda 058 #sam 034 #cortana #veta lopis #ash g099 #olivia g291 #mark g313 #fred x veta #more like weirdopath #characters as stuff #cursed

[empresskadia]

Halo self-insert thought...kinda

Can you imagine John's reaction to finding out his partner became a Spartan-IV when he came back? When he sees them again, they're different yet the same. There is a hardness to them he hasn’t seen before, but when they look at him, they just soften to the person he remembers.

And later, when they're alone, he traces all their new scars and old wounds from battles he knows nothing about. The wound of Cortana being gone is still fresh but now he blames himself for his partner’s suffering too. In his mind, he’s let down two people close to him, regardless of what you tell him. John doesn’t even know how to ask why you did this or how this happened, he just feels so much guilt, like he's to blame for this happening, that he couldn't keep his promise to protect you.

He will do his damn best to reroute orders to have you on Blue team, only to find out you’ve met them and they've been watching your back this whole time and you theirs. Fred just gives you a nod and greeting, saying it's good to see you again and he's glad you're doing well [aka glad you're not dead], Kelly bumps her shoulder against yours affectionately, something she only ever does with her spartans, asking if you're ready to cause trouble and Linda shocks John by giving you a spartan smile on your helmet, which you promptly return. He has no idea who you're asking about when you turn to Fred and wonder about the Ferrets and company, a note of warmth taking hold in your tone.

He finds out it's Kelly who hunted his partner down the moment she heard rumors about you being involved with him and made it her personal mission to watch over you, a mission that Fred and Linda jump aboard instantly without even meeting his partner first. When Fred found out you joined the Spartan IV program, he requested your transfer to Blue team indefinitely and the three had trained you to be the best after them. So that you could survive their world to see John again and he feels his chest constrict when he knows he's the reason you signed yourself up for their world of bloodshed and war.

#I think about this alot #too #something about John being devastated about his partner becoming a spartan #just gets me going and clicking me nails #halo #halo series #john 117 #master chief #john 117 x reader #master chief x reader #fred 104 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #blue team #imagine #halo headcanon #headcanon #halo x reader #spartan reader #my writing

[mskittykat117]

I wanna punch myself in the face, this just popped up in my brain after reading something and I-

So in this AU that just popped in my head sometime after the events of Halo 4 the Sanghelil betray the UNSC and go back to working with the Covenant and during a battle between some covenant (including the Arbiter) and Blue team with fireteam Osiris the Arbiter yells for retreat as he realizes they are losing so as the remaining covenant retreats:

Buck, yelling: Hey Arbitard, you guys won't win against us if you end up always retreating.

The Arbiter, yelling back as he leaves: I FUCKED YOUR CHIEF, ASSFACE!

Buck: *slowly turns to Chief*

Buck: he didn't mean that, right Chief?

John:....

Vale: naw...

Buck: he's lying, right Chief?

John:.......

Kelly: Jesus fucking christ John

#miroxons bullshit #john 117 #kelly 087 #halo 4 #fire team Osiris #arbiter #i somewhat regret this but im not sorry #after John was separated from cortona and linda he lost all impulse control #linda 058 #linda is 30% of his impluse control #cortona is 70% of his impluse control #charbiter #thats their ship name aprently #goddamnit #Arbiter x Masterchief #Masterchief x Arbiter #I didn't know this was a thing and i dont know how i feel about it

[selfawarejester]

Not sure if you're still writing for halo? because I'm really craving some blue team (specifically john) fluffy relationship headcanons 😫

I am ALWAYS writing for Halo!!! As requested, I’ve done a little more for John than the rest — I hope you enjoy this! Also super glad you asked for the entire team because even though Reader fics are rare in Halo, there is still little to no content for Kelly, Fred and Linda :( Happy to make up for it tho! Requests are still open!

JOHN

Our big boy in green is going to be the worst at this, let’s be real

Not in a bad, toxic way; it’s just that he’s the most socially disconnected one of the group.

The only real interactions he has outside of work is with Blue Team, and only because he’s known them his entire life

He is also perfectly content sitting in a corner, staring at a wall, not having anyone talk to him

(You make fun of him later on, knowing now that he’s actually asleep for some of that)

Suffice it to say, you’re going to need to instigate a lot of things. You’ll have to be the one to strike up conversation, keep it going when it starts to slow down, get him interacting, but not in a way that makes him uncomfortable. Ease him into it, do it gently.

But a few months into your relationship, he’ll get used to you and how you do things. He’ll still find difficulty in asking you for things like affection or attention, but you can figure it out by the way he kinda hovers at your shoulder wordlessly and gets weirdly flustered when you teasingly ask him what he needs. He’s a little touch starved, and he’s really intrigued with this new dimension of sensation you’ve opened for him (not necessarily in a sexual manner, but that’s up to your interpretation)

He’ll also have difficulty telling you he’s uncomfortable at some stage of your relationship, either with what you’re doing (whether it’s a double date or something more) or simply the pace you’re going at. You’ll have to interpret it from how stiff he’s being and ask him exactly what’s wrong, offering him responses built into the question since he doesn’t really know how relationship terminology works and what is accepted and stuff.

He’s not inherently bad at it though; he’s supportive as all hell, makes a point to be there for you whenever you need it and is super understanding — what more could you ask for?

If you’ve had a bad day and need to vent, he’s sitting there, listening attentively. If you just want to sit and be quiet, he totally gets that. You want to go raid the pantry for snacks and stare out the observation deck? He’s got a plan ready, and if you want more company, the entirety of Blue Team to back you up in your dastardly heist.

As long as you don’t end up on opposite teams of a game or competition of some sort, he has always got your back. (If you are on opposite teams, he’s still gonna let you down very gently but will absolutely destroy your team with no hesitation — it’s just how he is, he can’t help it)

Like, the dude will jump into an inferno for people he doesn’t even know, you think he wouldn’t do that for you?

KELLY

Kelly is the coolest person you’ve ever met, like even beyond Spartan stuff

So as soon as she clocks that your awestruck face is specific to her (prolly when you ignore John in favour of staring at Kelly after an epic mission), she’s already putting the moves on you

Okay, not MOVES, but she is talking to you way more; but let’s be real, she could be lecturing you on battle strategy and you’d still have heart eyes, so it works well enough.

When you guys get together, she insists that you sit down and talk out things like boundaries and stuff; even if she doesn’t want to admit it, there are some concepts to a relationship that trip her up a little. John and Fred would be too embarrassed, Linda might wait and let you come forward with it yourself, but she’s straight to the point so you don’t have to worry about making her uncomfortable because she will tell you clearly.

She likes working out with you, mostly to see you get all flustered and to laugh at you a little, but she’ll also help to get you into literally the best shape you could be

She also slows down tremendously on runs with you, and takes you on hikes when she can to places with beautiful views. She doesn’t get to relax outside as much as she likes, so she wants you around for that.

Unlike John and Fred, she’s not embarrassed to ask for affection; she’s not unaware or anything, but she’ll toss an arm around your shoulder whenever neither of you are on duty, sit closely to you, lean on you (without crushing you, of course), just little things like that to remind her you’re right next to her.

Will also totally help you dye your hair outrageous colors if you ask (will convince you try if you’re neutral to it)

FRED

Knife boi is a dork

We know this, Blue Team knows this, and he does too

The last “crush” he had was Inspector Lopis, and he got his shit rocked like crazy

Multiple times

So I’m afraid he’s not going to do much beyond banter and being awkward and sweet

Will recognize the effort you’re making in trying to hit on him, though, and ease himself into actual flirting

He has a lot of interests, some since he was a kid, some he’s learning as he’s stepping a little more outside of the military (thanks to the Gammas and Veta, who’s still a very good friend), so he likes to share all of that with you

He also really likes to hear about what you’re interested in

If you want to play video games with ANYONE in Blue Team, pick him

He doesn’t care about winning, just spending time with you

Will also protect you from Kelly and John

He loves reading so you guys will likely have a little book club of your own

He also trains you in CQC

And gets all smug and smirky when you inevitably lose

But he gives you tons of pointers and helps you out however he can

Will absolutely help you get your shit together

Kelly is more strict about this, Linda is scary and John will try but is a damn hypocrite; but Fred actually does his very best to take care of himself and organise things.

It’s not his fault he fails a little. Mostly on the “take care of self” part. But since this is about you, not him, he’s on his top form

LINDA

Okay, so this is a mystery to everyone, Blue Team included

Kelly is pretty sure Linda’s had a bunch of little liaisons, but John vehemently disagrees. Fred isn’t sure, and he refuses to comment on anything

Later, you’ll learn that he once walked in on her and another Spartan, Alice, once and has since been threatened into silence.

Like Kelly, she’s going to make the first move

But unlike Kelly, you’re all but tongue-tied whenever Linda’s around

And she’s way more to the point about it, cornering you somewhere before offering to get drinks

You stutter out an acceptance and she just nods casually, like you were talking about the weather

She’s very calm and composed, so your relationship doesn’t really go through any hitches — she’s honest about anything bothering her, and she can tell if anything is bothering you

She’s really quiet, though, and you worry it’s because she doesn’t fully trust you yet, but she assures you she’s just not that talkative

Kelly and the others also confirm this

She gets you into meditation and yoga, to help you center yourself in a universe full of anxiety and danger. Suddenly, the quiet doesn’t make you worry anymore as you realize how important it was that you guys could spend time saying nothing, doing nothing together and still feel comfortable

She’s ride or die for you, which means any stupid shit you do, she won’t hesitate to back you up, even if it’s stupid. Her priority is to keep you safe, heart and body, so if you won’t listen to her rationale, she might as well mitigate the damage

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The Chief and the Intern - All Smiles - Master Chief X Reader

Masterlist

It had been a week since you were able to contact your parents for the first time in months. They had insisted on calling you every night, but you felt bad about bothering the staff to secure a connection for you and had only been able to talk to them once since then. 

As you sat in your little dorm with your knees pulled up to your chest, you couldn’t help but sigh. You missed home, you missed the friends you’d made on the colony planet, and you wished you had someone to talk to. 

Well, you had one person to talk to. However, it felt wrong to pester the Master Chief with your feelings of loneliness when he was probably a very busy Spartan. And so you determined as you stared up at the ceiling that afternoon that it was time you get off your butt and do something useful. 

You knew where the gym was, as it was one of the few places you were permitted access to. There were dozens of machines designed to work various muscles, but you weren’t exactly sure how to use most of them. The treadmill was a safe bet, so you started there. 

You noticed a dark-haired woman, tall with strong-looking legs and a myriad of scars, take up the machine beside you. She was fast, her movements fluid as she bumped the pace of her machine well above what your own body could handle. Watching her was like watching a cheetah run. 

She had a pair of wireless buds in her ears, and you could faintly hear Guns and Roses, an old band that one of your friends back home had loved. You felt yourself frown as memories of home made your stomach drop, and your eyes fell to your feet as you tried to keep pace with the treadmill. 

“Everything alright, Y/N?” The crisp tone startled you slightly, and you looked up to see the woman was looking at you with slight curiosity sparkling in her eyes. 

“How do you know-”

“You’re the intern. The one Chief and I found during the rescue,” she clarified. It was then that it seemed to click in your brain who exactly you were speaking to. The other Spartan that had been with the Chief. You internally groaned at the thought of her seeing you curled up on the ground in the middle of a raging battle. 

“Oh, you were there for that,” you murmured as you slowed the machine down to walking speed. 

She nodded, slowing her own machine down for her cool-down period. “Petty Officer Kelly 058,” she introduced, looking down at you with intrigue. This was the little human that the Chief had been so out of sorts over the past week. To anyone else, it would be impossible to tell, but he had stated offhandedly that he was concerned over how you were doing three times, and for him to verbalize it more than once was a sign that he was worried. 

“I guess I owe you a thank you. If the two of you hadn't shown up…” you trailed off, your chest feeling tight. “I haven’t seen Chief since I woke up. I imagine he’s been busy?” you asked. A small part of you was still hoping you’d see him again so you could ask him to teach you something about handling being in an unexpected combat situation. However you weren’t exactly sure how to find him on this big ship. After you’d been handed off to human resources, you’d been assigned a room and hadn’t seen him since. 

Kelly regarded you carefully as if she was considering her next words very carefully. “He’s on the S-Deck if you’d like to see him,” she offered, and you perked up immediately. 

“Really? You’re sure I wouldn’t be a bother?” The last thing you wanted was to be the person pestering the Master Chief when he had important work to be done. Unbeknownst to you, however, that very same Spartan had also been hoping to run into you again, and Kelly was going to hold it over his head that she had been the one to send you right to him. 

“He’d be relieved to see you’re doing well,” the Spartan said. “Let me get through the showers and I’ll take you up to the S-Deck.” 

~

You couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit nervous about intruding on a Spartan’s private quarters. Let alone if that Spartan was also the Master Chief. Kelly showed you to the end of the hall, before pointing out the door that belonged to the Chief, and left you to it. What if now isn’t a good time? Or what if he doesn’t actually want to see me? These thoughts tumbled through your head as you stood before the door. 

More than a few Spartan IVs passed by, giving you curious looks. You realized you probably looked rather strange, and before you could convince yourself not to, knocked lightly against the door. 

There was no answer for a moment, and you wondered if he wasn’t even there. However, after a few seconds ticked by, the door slid open with a hydraulic whoosh, and an unfamiliar sight stood before you. He wore a standard navy shirt with black sweatpants. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and deep-set blue eyes, an imposing figure, that held an immediate recognition as soon as they landed on your face. 

“Y/N?” You didn’t know why you’d expected him to be in his armor while in his own living quarters, but you couldn’t help but feel shell shocked at seeing him as…him! “I thought you’d have been on your way home by now,” he admitted. 

You gaped a moment longer before swallowing thickly. “I can come back later, or not at all if you’re busy-”

“No, no that’s not necessary,” he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter, and you felt your jaw go slack. Oh my gosh- You weren’t sure how to react to the turn of events. The chief looking not at all like the Chief, or him inviting you into his private quarters, or the fact that he seemed relieved to see you. 

“I haven’t received any sort of directives yet, so I suppose I’m still contracted with the UNSC for the time being,” you explained, stepping into the room. There was very little inside. It appeared they’d given him rather nice accommodations, but the room was very minimalistic. “I’m sorry, I’m not intruding, am I?” you asked. 

He cocked his head curiously at you. “That’s the second time you’ve suggested that you’re a bother. Your presence is no trouble, it’s…” he trailed off as if he was looking for the right word, biting his lip as he did so. The action seemed almost indolent, and you felt as if your breath was suddenly caught in your throat. “Pleasant,” he finished. You weren’t quite as grim as the other faces he saw throughout the day, especially the one he saw when he looked in the mirror, and it made him feel a little lighter. 

You felt your cheeks turn a little red, and glanced around the room as you tried to find something to focus on. “Well, I had a favor ta ask you, if it’s not too much,” you began. 

“It’s not too much,” he says folding his arms behind his back in a parade rest stance. 

“I haven’t told you what it is,” you said pointedly, crossing your arms in an attempt to hide the slight tremor in them. You felt as if your eyes were going to pop out of your skull however when the faintest grin spread onto his face, pulling a the scar on his upper lip. 

“Well it seems I’m already committed, so why don’t you go ahead and tell me what you need?”

You blinked in surprise, not having expected him to be so facetious. “I…Well I..” you stammered, trying to determine how to propose your request. 

“Yes?” he goaded, taking a step closer to you. He peered down at you with a raised brow, and huffed. 

“I don’t know what to do if anything were to happen…if there was another attack. I don’t want to have to depend on others to keep me in one piece, but I don’t even know how to handle a weapon.” It was a struggle to get the words out. Just thinking about the attack, about being a prisoner for months made your stomach sick. 

The Spartan placed a hand on your shoulder, frowning softly. “That’s not going to happen here,” he assured you. 

“But if it does,” you argued, ignoring th warmth that bloomed in your chest at his touch. “I want to be ready, or at least not a fumbling mess. If you could teach me something, anything…” 

He watched you carefully, regarding the desparate look in your eyes as you pleaded with him for help. Help. He liked the idea of having someone to help. He liked the idea of you needing his help even more, and he didn’t quite know why. 

“Tomorrow, meet me at the range. We’ll go over some of the basic firearms you could manage,” he decided. “On the condition that you do exactly as I say. It’s not typically regulation to put a weapon in the hands of a civillian.”

You nodded vigorously. “Understood. Thank you, Chief,” you said, a bright smile sliding into place. The Chief felt his breath hitch a little, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. That look…it did dangerous things to him. 

“John. You’re not a marine. It’s unesary for you to use my rank.” His tone sounded forced, as if it was an effort for him to divulge the information. You weren’t sure if he was offering it to you as a courtesy, or if he genuinely wanted to hear you say it. 

“Thank you, John.” And that, the Master Chief realized, was his ruination. 

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