#Halo ODST fanfiction

[i-write-and-play-video-games]

The 1st Half of Kinktober 2023!

Welp, I might as well post the first half of my Kinktober stories. Please note, they are NSFW and they are labeled as such, so enter at your own risk. Starting from the top! 1: Flashing (Devil May Cry) 2: Handjob (Halo ODST) 3: Titfucking (Digimon) 4: Creampie (Bunny Bond) 5: Edging (Bunny Bond) 6: Nipple Clamps (Star Fox) 7: Fingering (Halo ODST) 8: Lingerie (Nora) 9: Blindfolds (Creepypasta) 10: Sex Toys (Persona 5) 11: Cock Worship (Persona 5) 12: Facesitting (Persona 5 AU) 13: Bondage (Freddy vs Jason) 14: Mutual Masturbation (DNAngel) 15: Dom/sub Dynamics (Pokemon)

To be honest, I have been slipping since Oct 20th, so I think I will not make it until AFTER October, but I WILL complete this challenge~ It's been a fun challenge, but my hyper fixation (Thanks ADHD) has completely died at the moment and I'm trying to bring it back again. Maybe it will come back if I don't give myself a time limit. We'll see.

[therainjumper]

Crosscember Prompt 6: Plaid-Scarf Cross

Crosshair doesn’t like Topher, calls him ridiculous all the time!

[helix-enterprises117]

Buck

Right - ODST Buck. Left - Spartan Buck.

His first mission was the rescue of the students of Corbulo Academy. Only Lasky came out alive.

The UNSC wanted to atone for the Spartan-II and III Programs. With Doctor Miranda Keyes at the helm, she created the Spartan-IV Program after the Human-Covenant War; Buck takes pride in being the first Spartan-IV, having been the first to volunteer for the program when it kicked off AND the first one to come out a Spartan.

[billfinarts]

RvB: Towards the Sky

Trouble Finds Me Not - Pg.14

Looks like Sarge told off West for being a jerk

[unsc-offical]

Halo: Straight into hell

Chapter 3 part 1

"shit-"

*shotgun blast*

"Claire-"

*guttural screech*

*BR75 firing on full auto*

"Over here- i found a-"

*human scream*

*Flesh tears*

"Rai-"

*human screech*

"CLAIRE!"

*repeated shotgun blasts*

"CLAIRE! WHERE ARE YOU!"

*scream*

"raine!"

*shotgun blast*

"shit-"

*metal clatters*

"HANG IN THERE-DON'T STO-"

[empresskadia]

When I tell you I want to rizz up, ODST! John so bad

I'm borderline ready to write fanfiction of the little silly scenarios in my head-

[aweridday]

Hope y’all enjoy weird crossovers and rare pairs >w< Yeah idk why I thought of this but it’s here now.

Warning tho!! There is going to be a wanting to sleep with the fishes exaggeration, along side descriptions of violence. ghostie is a gross and weird lil bastard, with a very fragile ego.

[] When ODST Ghostface and Spartan Trapper actually talk to each other after spending five years on the same ship, they think “man this guy is weird as hell, I want to look at him though a microscope” then you know it’s going to be a great romance :3 []

Jed Olsen (it was actually Danny Johnson) was his name and he was very, very bored. And when he was bored, he does whatever it takes to relieve that boredom. He couldn’t do his regular… “people watching” he needed to lay off it for a while, apparently the rest of his teammates were becoming weary of him, (and with weary eyes that are supposed to make sure you lived long enough that you can drop into hell the next day, well, to say it was important, is a understatement) and he couldn’t have that now.

So stalking the deck of the “death is not an escape” (odd name he knows but it fits.) I was now searching for my new target, maybe pilot Thomas? She was a fast one, always quick to react. Or maybe the intimidating crewman johnsen who was friendly if you look past the natural scowl. Definitely not strode, the girl had a shadow worse than him. Or maybe- that’s when he walked in, “The Trapper” or spartan-116, or if you’re close to him (Danny wasn’t close to anyone, he just liked to know things) Evan.

The Spartan Would be scary without all the extra bits on his armor, an unnecessary sharp tooth grin, scratch glass that Almost resemble beady eyes, and jagged hooks stabbed in his shoulders. He looked the part when the covenant called Spartans “demons” and… he was interesting, in a way I didn’t expect.

He was walking to the man I would never call a captain, Ever, Dwight Fairfield. A nervous man, don’t know how he got the job, Maybe this ship and her crew was just that hopeless. He seemed to squirm under the Spartan’s gaze, holding his hands tightly together (probably to make sure he doesn’t bite his nails like he always does when something “Exciting” happens) I wanted to get closer so I could listen in But they appear to have ended their short chat. aw, right before I could eavesdrop? How rude.

I took my spot on the wall, and was content to wait until my victim could make themselves known.

As I was doing just that, I couldn’t help watching the spartan as he scanned the deck, what for? Did he leave something up here? The guy didn’t like leaving the “Basement” from what I heard (the Basement is what the engineers call this place somewhat under the engine room, it didn’t have a lot of purpose from what I’ve seen, but does give folks the heebie-jeebies) I had to look away, he was… distracting, hmm maybe-

And I seem to have caught his eye because he was walking over, I got off the well and straightened up so I could look him in the eye. Huh, how terrible, he was tall, a lil too tall. Have to turn my head All the way up, and still, I seem to fall short. And then he was asking me something, and how stupid of a question. “Why does your mask look like that?”

I had to laugh, seriously? When he looks like that?? But I don’t laugh, I instead tilt my head. Then straightened it as I replied “Same reason you dolled up your own mask, for intimidating reasons” he hummed at that, and we stood there, staring at each other.

Before he could say anything else we got an alert, probably another ship needing help, so many come and go… it’s a wonder how any one of them survives. Is their ship failing? Was there a mutiny happening?? maybe the covenant is attacking??? God I hope so, it’s been so boring!

You would think Fairfield just had someone kill themselves in front of him with how he’s looking, sweaty, pale, like A dumpster fire… he just looks terrible but that isn’t unusual. He pulls on his collar, brings his hand to his mouth before realizing, and calls up the resident AI.

the “Entity” is an freaky spider amalgamation, don’t know who came up with the design, but it fits with the rest of the freaks here.

And now He awaits the returning ping. As we wait I start to think, wonder what they’ll have for dinner tonight? Hopefully it isn’t meatloaf. Oh? yay they answered. Now what to do? listen in to the conversation? No, I tend to scare the normal folks (good) or maybe I should leave? The crew gets panicky when there’s a problem such as this… I start the way to get out of here, And look who follows, good old Trapper.

I want the door to shut before he could get in, hell, is there a button anywhere?? but the universe is not that fond of me, so now here we were… standing there, side by side… annddd he was staring. God I wish I could poke out his eyes… maybe see if Spartan’s bleed red like the rest of us.

Hmm, gotta save those thoughts for tonight. So I turned to him, and ask “so… watch the game last night?” Probably not, didn’t seem like the type. He looked in thought then tilted his head “what game?” At that I just had to chuckle “I’m not actually talking about a game you know, just trying to start a conversation” I shrugged teasingly, he let out a quiet oh and finally look away, I smirked, huh well what do you know… The spartan was actually embarrassed, that’s… kinda cute.

I felt excited, seems like I have a newfound obsession. Right when I was going to follow up with embarrassing the odd Trapper, the elevators doors opened, seems I’m on my floor. I felt my eye twitch, time to bring on the Olsen. I raise my hand to tap him on the shoulder, the dings sounding off is funny, but not as funny as he quickly turns his head towards me. Seems like not a lot of people touch him, hmm interesting.

I tip my head back in a soft laugh, he’s watching my every move, Good. “Hey if you like, you can have breakfast with me later. They have pancake stuff in the kitchen, if we get there early, we can get a couple” he froze up, and then nodded. God I was smiling, this is going to be amazing, he was like a bug I just put in a jar, confused and wondering why he can’t climb out using the glass wells. I nodded back, and waved as I step in the ODST barracks, god, watching him tilt his head as he lifts his hand is just hilarious, and I actually chuckled as the doors closed before he could even wave.

I nod at those already at their bunks, and walk to my owe, I reach under it and pull out a box, it was full of lil souvenirs from travels that weren’t battlefields. I grab a small Chip, and slid it into my helmet slot, time to empty my suit’s memory, maybe taking a dozen pictures every time Traps looked at me when he thought I didn’t notice wasn’t a great idea, Oh well.

As soon as I was done, we were told to get ready for a fight, I smiled and got my knife.

O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0

Ah god, holy fucking shit, I leaned forward and groan. That… All that for a popstar?! I breathe in and stood back up, brushed off imaginary dust, and being reminded that the blood wasn’t imaginary, and breathed out. I go to put my gear in the proper place to get them cleaned, ripping off my helmet with a growl and doing the same to the rest of my armor, then I went to the showers, As I walked in, it was, thankfully, empty. I pulled the rest of my under clothes off and got into a stall, thank god for hot water.

I sigh as I walk out, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, I was ready to kiss the sandman. I passed Amanda and gave her a smile, she rolled her eyes but nodded back. The barracks was filled with my fallows, There was some already sleeping, others playing a card game with a crew member. I let out a small grunt as I sit on my bed, leaning backwards until I could stretch out fully, sighing as I started to close my eyes, thinking of the odd Spartan and all of his quirks. I Wandered into sleep thinking of beady eyes and shark like grin and the way he would sound choking on his own blood…

End

Hope y’all like this cuz I had fun ^w^ and this is just part one!! So watch out 😏

[crystalsandbubbletea]

So earlier in the day I made a post that included my OC Berat-

And I realized...

I never did do a information sheet for Azad, Casimira, and Berat-

So... Here's an information sheet for Berat! (Art of them coming soon)

(They are connected with Alex Adil Emre Yukime in someway)

(Also decided to do this as a little scenario-writing-ish-thingy-)

(Idk if this counts as spoilers for my fanfiction series- XP)

You open up a file, it's labeled 'BERAT YUKIME'

NAME: BERAT ADIL EMRE YUKIME

ID: B523

Date of birth: May 23, 2527

Blood type: ErB

Sex: Female

Gender: Nonbinary

Hair: Black (Recently dyed it red)

Eye color: Ice blue

Nationality: Palestinian

Occupation: ODST

Personal: [Hm... Most of it seems to be blacked out...] ADHD and Autism. Takes a long time for them to adjust to people but will prioritize other people's lives over their own.

Rank: Lieutenant

Early life: [... It's blacked out?]

You hear footsteps, so you quickly close the file and leave before anyone can spot you.

(I had fun writing this, lol-)

[iydiamartinx]

—𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✯

— 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

Welcome to the directory for my Halo fanfiction, Lone Wolf Rising.

Here you’ll find detailed profiles, backstories, relationships, and bonus content for characters in this fic. Expect lore, heartbreak, and a whole lot of Spartan grit.

— 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍���𝒔.

✦ THE SPARTANS

Elise B312 | John 117 | Emile A239 | Carter A259 | Kat B320 | Jorge 052 | Jun A266 | Jonah B283 | Jerome 092 | Kurt 052

✦ ODSTs & MARINES

The Rookie | Private Ryan | Buck | Sergeant Johnson | Sergeant Stacker

✦ UNSC PERSONNEL & AI

Azrael | Cortana | Joyeuse | Catherine Halsey | Jacob Keyes |

✦ COVENANT & ENEMIES 

Arbiter | Atriox | Gravemind | Truth

— 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕.

➳ BONUS SCENES

➳ KURT AMBROSE TRAINING LOGS

➳ UNSC FILES

➳ GRAPHICS

➳ TIMELINE

[authortobenamedlater]

18., 22., 14., 12., 6., 10.

From these fanfic asks.

Woof! This was quite an ask!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

I’ve written almost 100 stories between AO3 and FFN, so this is a hard one 😂 I keep coming back to:

“You’re homeless, unemployed, and stranded?”

Despite himself, Din felt a tickle of dark amusement. “Some king, huh?”

From A Marriage of (In)convenience which kicked off my MRR AU.

And from Survivor:

Look at him go!” Jim exulted as Thomas began to pull himself up, his little feet slipping and sliding on the cabinet below.

“Oh, Jim, please don’t let him climb all the way up there,” Audrey muttered to the already-recorded video.

It’s not my most clever or impactful line, but I love this one. Because it’s such a MOM response. And Marine/ODST or not, a mom’s a mom!

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

50/50 shot. If I don’t know, I will usually end up agonizing over the end and being dissatisfied with what I come up with. But if I know the ending, I might come up with a better one halfway through and agonize over that.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Exception Handling and The Toddler Invasion are frontrunners here. Honorable mention to Anticipation because I can see and hear it so perfectly in my head.

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

For as much as I like music, I never make playlists. *looks at WIP folder* and I don’t have any song-inspired WIPs going at the moment.

While contemplating my MWAS AU I sometimes hum “Love and Marriage” to myself which is the opening to Married…With Children, and yes that’s where I got the series title. And “Broken Survivors” by Beast in Black, thanks to @sarnakhwritesthings for the band rec.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Yes. I reread a lot. Here are a few:

Roland-centric fic, absolute catnip for me. Love me some little orange bastard (affectionate) feelings.

A recent one. Tribbles on Infinity, it goes every bit as hilariously badly as you expect.

Rework of Halo S1 from E8 onward. Sometimes I imagine this is the show instead of the real thing 😂

Haven’t read this one in awhile but it’s one that always draws me back. Even if the author never updates it there’s plenty of fic here to keep me satisfied.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

A Marriage of (In)convenience got way more enthusiasm than I expected. It was the first, or at least one of the first, DinBo stories on AO3 and I fully expected people to be like “This is weird” but the response was overwhelmingly positive.

I almost didn’t post Distraction because I thought someone would take me to task for sullying the Halo AO3 category with TV fic, but the story got a lot of love and the rest was history.

[berat-adil-emre-yukime]

Hi..?

(DISCLAIMER: This is a side blog for my OC Berat Adil Emre Yukime, my main blog is @crystalsandbubbletea! I made this account to answer questions and do some RP's-)

(Another thing to note is that Berat acts distant, and sometimes cold, at least to strangers-)

(Also, sometimes RP posts and responses to questions may follow the lore of my fanfiction series Legacies-)

(One final thing: 30-55% of RP posts and responses to asks might place before the events of Halo 4)

(Anyways time to get into character-)

Info

I don't know why I made this account, boredom I guess :/

But that doesn't matter, what actually matters is some information about me

No, I will not be disclosing any classified information, just because my mom works for ONI doesn't mean that I know any classified information

I'm nonbinary (They/Them)

I have ADHD and Autism (Not important but eh, gotta spread the neurodivergent agenda /j)

I'm Trixic, and Demiromantic, and Demisexual, and Polyamorous-

I'm busy, so answering questions will take some time

Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not mention ONI to me. I may work for the UNSC as a Spartan-IV but that doesn't mean I support ONI. (Glaring at my mother intensifies) [UPDATE: I am now mostly fine with ONI]

I used to be a ODST, not very important but oh well-

Do not talk to me if you are anti-Semitic, Islamophobic, racist, misogynistic, anti-Palestine, homophobic, transphobic, enbyphobic, biphobic, acephobic, arophobic, panphobic, polyamphobic, misuse tonetags, think furries and/or therians are "cringe", and/or ableist (It's not the 1600's anymore, can't believe I have to say this in 2557)

I should also mention I don't want people below the age of 14 interacting with me, I swear, a lot, and I'm not comfortable with people under 14 following me

Please be respectful, I know that I may be cold and distant sometimes, but I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just wary of strangers

Kindly don't talk about Freelancers here, there is a rumor going around that I am supposedly fraternizing with two Freelancers but I am not (I'm looking at you, Azad, my brother who I know started that rumor (⁠눈_눈⁠) ), so to avoid any controversial takes, I will not be answering anything Freelancer-related (Unless if I get an avalanche of asks that are Freelancer-related-)

Please keep everything 14+, no NSFW asks. I am not gonna lose my job because someone couldn't be chill-

I'm 30, my birthday is May 28. Once again, I don't think that's very important-

... That should be it, I think-

(OOC: I'm working on a better header image and profile picture)

(OOC [Yet again]: I also have a pronouns card:)

[helix-enterprises117]

Lots of Vitamin D and E, I'll bet. Plus, y'know, cryosleep.

Buck is one year older than John 😭😭

[bylightofdawn]

I'm so mentally boomed from work. I chased this fraudster across like 6 accounts, found multiple fake ID's they are sending in, multiple closed accts using different IMEI and different addresses across like 4 states. I legit was starting to feel like Charlie from Always Sunny meme.

This was me when I finally had to drag myself out of the rabbit holes I'd gone down. And this was IN BETWEEN taking constant calls. So I'd find another correlated fraud thing and get a call and have to stop what I was doing and then pick it up again afterward.

And I love it, I love getting to play detective and piece together all this stuff together. I love my job, I just hate how underpaid and overworked I am. If the idea of going back to college didn't exhaust me I'd actually consider trying to go into a field tangential to this because I'm good at what I do, I'm methodical, detail-oriented and I catch stuff a lot of other reps overlook. I say that knowing I prolly sound arrogant as fuck but I have the case work to back that shit up. I think part of that is because I spent ten years as a printer and it kind of trained my eye to pick apart things critically, yanno? Lord the tales I could tell but cannot tell because of NDA's.

Anyway I am mentally drained, suffice it to say. I feel bad I haven't really written anything today, so I'm going to force myself to try and write just a little bit, but my heart isn't in it if I'm being honest. It's still raining sporadically and all I want to do is curl up under the covers and sleep.

I have been thinking a lot and I think I am going to pause on writing Seeds and work on something else. I have like a 15 chapter buffer so it's not like I HAVE to finish it this week or this month.

So I think I'm going to work on that post Cody defecting Bad Batch fic idea I had cause it's going to be atmospheric and moody and I feel like that will spark some joy.

I also need to just give myself some grace here too, I'm burned out. even if I can't write another word on Seeds for the next six months and I run out of buffer chapters it's not like you're getting fucking paid for this, El. It's not the end of the world. People wait months for chapters or even years. It's just a major fear of mine that I won't finish it and I've done all this work and gotten so close to the end.

But realistically, it's not going to happen. I know I will inevitably bully myself into finishing it. I don't need some self-entitled shithead commenter to be all "Where's the next chapter, bro?"

There is literally nothing they can say that I won't have prolly told myself already because I am forever my own worst critic. And this year is about my trying to NOT be my biggest critic or if not that at least give myself some grace and to not beat myself up constantly for my perceived failings and letting it spiral from you failed as a fanfiction writer to you failed as an person because that's not a healthy headspace to be in and I refuse to keep putting myself through that hell.

And lord lemme tell you what a day to day battle that shit is. Because no one can catastrophize like I can. I legit failed to type my PW in twice at work today and my brain immediately went to "Did I get fired and they haven't told me yet and all my credentials are invalidated?" despite having JUST SIGNED INTO MY VPN SO OBVIOUSLY NOT. But that's where my brain immediately went. So yeah, that's a work in progress. I'm trying though.

Okay I'm going to put on the Halo ODST soundtrack in the background because I think it's gonna be some fire background music for this fic and I'm going to start cracking on with it.

[unsc-offical]

Halo straight into hell chapter 3 part 6

Thanks for reading :D

Mable and Liam sat on the floor of the armoury Mabel sobbed quietly and Liam had his face in his hands.

Liam looked up at the door's window to see the flood outside trying too break down the door, then back down to his hands.

"The fuck are we supposed to do now?"

Liam exclaimed

Mabel wiped away the tears i her eyes and sat up

"May as well start packing up the weapons in here"

"If we're gonna die anyway we should at least make it easy for the next person to grab these and go"

Liam responded, head still buried in hands;

"It'd be better to hide them. The next thing in here will be some flood forms. And they already have enough guns."

Mable tossed a bag with a couple pistols away and sat back down

"For some reason i thought I'd actually make it out of here"

Down on the planet to be rescued by the rest of the unsc, cartied away after a hard fought battle we all survived."

"I'd be down there right now if my team didn't leave me" liam piped up

"Woke up in my barracks alone. Pod bay was empty except for my broken pod"

"Abandoned by my family. My sister was our captain for God's sake. Something must have happened but i don't see any way they could've forgotten or misplaced me."

"The only logical explanation is they left me, but they just wouldn't do that. They wouldn't leave an enemy soldier to die in this hellhole, let alone their family."

"I wanted to go down to the planet and find them. Reunite and escape together."

"At least they could still be out there."

Mable said quietly.

Mabel and Liam sat in silence as the flood pounded on the door

"Grab the guns, Liam."

"Why?"

"Just do it, okay?"

Liam packed up the weapons

"What now?"

Mable began;

"I'm going to open the door and make room for you to get out."

...

"Just... don't let them take me, okay?"

"What!? No, I'd rather we both die in here than have you do that."

Liam exclaimed

"Itd be better to have at least one of us make it with the supplies."

"Well then, let me do it. My armour's tougher" liam replied

"What about your team on the surface?"

"If he's real, god owes it to me to let me see them again anyway."

...

"I'm not letting you ponder this Mabel, I'm going now. Don't waste the chance I'm giving you."

Mable tried to pull him away from the door but he swung it open and threw himself at the flood, clearing a path for mable, she ran with the supplies and didn't look back, it sounded like hundreds of gunshots rang out at once and then after a moment ceased.

3 more rang out

Then 1

Then none.

Mable made her way back to camp with no other encounters, but as she got closer she began to hear the sounds of gunfire

Mable quickly began to cun to the cafeteria

[bloodgulchblog]

Sometimes The S In ODST Is For Stupid

“Man, I gotta buy myself a ticket out of this outfit. Next thing, I’ll be asking one of the Spartans out on a date…if I could even tell the boys from the girls in that squad.”

Corporal Locklear, ODST, makes a bad, embarrassing choice. Fred-104 is calm and kind. When the world is ending and everything hurts, sometimes that's all it takes to get stuck in a guy's head.

...No matter how upset the guy in question might get about it.

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

The Halo franchise. 343 has fucked up this series for far too long. We will make Halo good again. We will have spinoff games like a Flood survival horror game, a 2nd ODST game, a game from the point of view of the Covenant. We won't use all that bullshit fanfiction that Frank O'Connor came up with. Halo will be good once more.

YOU! Are granted the power to suddenly own ONE video game franchise, and to hire the best people who have ever worked on it (and/or anyone else you want in on it).

What video game franchise are you rescuing--er, acquiring?