#Sangheili x Reader

[love-beyond-space-war]

can I be cheeky and request the non-requested story you were gonna do then dropped in favor of requests only: Alliance - Thel 'Vadamee?

I didn't really have ideas and that's why I got rid of it but I'll see what I can do! Here's a short story of Thel saving a marine darling during Attack on Crow's Nest.

Alliance

Thel 'Vadam (Halo 3) x Human Marine! Reader

Synopsis: You try to get used to having a Sangheili, a species who used to be your enemy, around more often.

Content Warning: Romantic/Platonic Pairing (Dubious), Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Xenophobia due to War, Takes place before Chief was found at first then time skips to after, Canon typical violence and death.

The UNSC gaining help of the Sangheili was very important to win the Human-Covenant war. You understood this but still struggled with the idea of working with them. They were your enemy for a long time, after all.

In fact the one who frequented your base concerned you the most. Thel' Vadam, an Arbiter of the Sangheili, had done a ton of damage to humanity alone. He had glassed planets and hindered humanity in the past.

For that... you struggled to welcome him.

Thel was always polite when talking to human leaders and usually paid other marines no mind. You could tell the stares got to him at times but offered no comfort. You were also a marine stationed at The Crow's Nest that still feared Thel like many others.

Thel working with The Chief himself was an admirable trait. Despite this you couldn't just forgive his crimes. You mostly stayed out of the way and only answered questions when talked to.

Thel often came to base with other Sangheili but even then you typically stayed away. You had your own thoughts on Sangheili. Thoughts you'd keep quiet about.

Turns out Thel's Sangheili had their own thoughts about humans.

One of your encounters started in hostility when you accidentally got in the way of one of his soldiers. You were roughly pushed away from your workplace as a Sangheili growls before laughing at how high you jumped. You couldn't stop your beating heart.

Said Sangheili was then kicked into place when by Thel, The Arbiter. You could see Thel glaring at his subordinate before pushing him along. You then see Thel give you an apologetic look for his dishonorable brother.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks you. You struggle to find your words but eventually find something to say.

"Easy to do but it's nothing much, Sir...?" You reply. "I don't blame his actions, tension is a little high."

"I see." Thel hums. "I'll discipline him after seeing your Commander. Take care."

You'll admit you're thankful Thel knows how to keep his Sangheili in line. That interaction didn't help how you felt about the Sangheili as a whole... but you did respect Thel a bit more. Regardless... it still felt weird to be around him.

As much as Sangheili are helping the UNSC, you'd have to wait until Master Chief was located before this war could be changed.

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Your next encounter with Thel was actually on a "mission" with the Chief himself. Once found, Chief was brought to The Crow's Nest. However, shortly after said base was attacked by Covenant.

As a marine should you fought with all you had. You stayed in the barracks and tried to defend against the waves and waves of Jackals and Grunts. It's when Brutes got involved that you began to falter.

You've seen Brutes tear marines apart, quite literally. You tried to give it your all, spraying bullets into crowds of Covenant. Despite this it was certainly a futile effort.

Before you knew it you were picked up off the ground by your neck like a toy. Claws threatened to crush your windpipe as you were disarmed. You stare the Brute in the eyes as it roared at you.

Even in your situation you try to fight. You struggle and claw at the hand around your throat. You try to kick the chest of the beast but it only laughs at your attempts.

You begin to fear for your life... until the familiar streaks of a plasma sword slide through the Brute's chest like butter.

The Brute drops you as it roars in pain, falling to the ground with an audible thump. You flinch when you barely land on your feet, looking up to see your savior. Your eyes grow wide when you see who it was.

Thel looks down at you with a plasma sword on hand. You feel your throat close as conflicting emotions bounce around your head. Thel, the one who's massacred countless humans in his past, saved you... a weak marine.

"Can you walk?" Thel asks you and you nod, regaining your footing and searching for a nearby weapon, Covenant or not.

"Yes, Sir!" You bellow, the Sangheili gesturing you to follow him.

"Your Sergeant has prepared a ship for us to leave. I've come to gather the other humans at the barracks." Thel explains, looking back to make sure you're keeping pace with him. "You're lucky I found you, Jiralhanae would eat a human like you once they killed you."

You feel yourself gulp, fear gripping you at the idea of that.

"The help is appreciated...." You say softly, running to keep up with the taller Sangheili. You push away your thoughts for his kind to share your gratitude towards him. It's fair to say he's earned it for saving your life.

"It is no issue." Thel states, aiming his Carbine down a hallway. "We are both soldiers fighting against a common enemy now. I'm supposed to aid you."

"Then I will do the same, Sir." You offer, Thel glancing back towards you.

"You fought well back there. The Jiralhanae are challenging foes."

"Brutish..." you hiss under your breath.

"Indeed." Thel snorts. "The name you give them certainly fits."

You were surprised how casual a conversation with Thel can be as he escorted you and other marines to a Pelican. To repay the favor you made it a goal to watch his back. You were also quite thankful The Chief came in to clear the landing pad of Brutes with Thel.

Taking your promise to heart you fired at Covenant troops until it was clear enough to lead. Even when you missed, Thel or Master Chief were quick to clear the threat. By the end of it Sergeant Johnson was escorting Thel and the marines onto the Pelican.

You found yourself taking a seat by your safety, sighing in relief once the ship closed. Thel looked down at you to notice you were there but said nothing. Instead, you spoke up in a whisper tone.

"Thanks for everything... you've earned my respect." You smile, the Sangheili looking back at you.

"It was the right thing to do, wasn't it. I think you've proven yourself as a warrior in training. I hope you're promoted in the future." Thel answers back, listening to the Pelican roar away.

After this... you think you can accept Sangheili a bit more. The past will never be forgotten, you are aware of what Sangheili have done before. Yet the fact Thel saved you made you rethink things.

Maybe you'll accept Thel and his species as a whole faster than you thought after this war is over.

[macherkissed]

SFW Alphabet; Thel Vadam x Reader with ADHD

This took a little while, but I'm a little rusty with the alphabet format so I made sure to go over it a couple of times. Also the first thing I've actually written with Thel as a focus so yay.

I hope you enjoy

Notes/Warnings: Fem!Reader, ADHD, Exophilia, Marriage mention, slight violence mention

Requested by Anon

A= Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Thel is a little more affectionate than you'd likely expect

He is quite physically affectionate, he'll hug and cuddle you, hold your hand with a chuckle at how small your hand is compared to his, pick you up and carry you for little to no reason

Verbally, as well, he compliments you and reminds you how he feels about you, and he'll happily learn about your fixations so he can follow along easier with you.

B= Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship starts off when he first comes into the UNSC. Even with the dubious level of trust that people have with him and his fellow Sangheili, he finds that you help out eagerly and willingly, even defending him against your fellow Marines when they insult and degrade him.

He's quite a good friend, even if his methods are unusual to you. He trains with you often and tries to teach you some Sangheili methods just to spend more time with you, he brags for you to other Sangheili, and he does as you often do for him and defends you when the time calls for it -sometimes using combat but he can use his words as well.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. It's not a common Sangheili practice, but once you introduce it to him, he's insatiable. Any time you want a nap or want to go to sleep with him, he's scooping you up in a second. He's not shy about cuddling you as well, he'll have you wrapped up in him on his lap in the middle of the rec room if you're feeling it

If you're having a 'weird' day where your ADHD is acting up in a very negative way and you can't focus or do anything, you're on edge all day, losing and forgetting noticeably more than usual, he offers cuddles as a way to recharge and recentre yourself

He prefers being the Big Spoon, because he's taller and stronger and wants to protecc his little human, but also because the stature of his species just really suits cuddling like that. It can also calm down your restlessness, having him be so present behind you. If you want to try being big spoon, he won't mind but it may be a little tricky

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Due to the Covenant-Human war, and the Flood war, he hasn't had much time to think about settling down with you. He occasionally entertains the idea on the rare downtimes that he gets between battles, and it makes him feel warm inside.

He can cook, though needs a little more practice with human dishes; luckily, Sangheli cuisine is pretty nice anyway -Colo makes for a nice meat and Irukan bread is surprisingly good though humans shouldn't eat too much of it. He's not as proficient with cleaning, usually the Covenant had Grunts or bots clean up after them, but he'll help if you ask him to.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depending on the circumstances, he'll approach it differently.

If the relationship has just run its course naturally, he'll have a serious but quite blunt talk about why he thinks you should break up. He honestly wants to be friends afterwards, since your friendship has always been so valuable to him, but that's up to you.

However, if he has to break up with you, either because of UNSC rules or because you're being targeted by the covenant or people who aren't very fond of Human/Alien relationships, he'll try and distance himself from you for your own protection. Even though he doesn't want to, and you know he doesn't want to, he'll act cold and spend as little time around you as he can. it breaks his heart but it's for you.

F= Fiancé/e (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As said before, he doesn't really think too much about the future a-la settling down pre-war. But as it starts to calm down and he has more time with you, he realises he wouldn't mind marrying you

While marriage is present in Sangheili culture, they don't really have a formal marriage ceremony, it's more of a personal devotion and vow without any ceremony, so he could literally marry you in the middle of a gunfight if he wanted to (don't test him on that, he will do so)

If you'd prefer a marriage in your own cultural terms, he's fine with that as well. He might even find that preferable, in some ways. If you'd rather not get married at all, he's fine with that.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally)

Gentle giant? Gentle Giant

He's patient with you when you're struggling to find words or put your thoughts out, he knows ways to ground you when your mind is racing and knows the signs of you getting stressed, he'll keep track of your tasks or anything you tend to misplace, and he'll guide you back to your train of thought carefully when you lose it.

Physically, he doesn't treat you like glass, but he does treat you carefully. He knows you're UNSC, stronger than the typical human, but you're still human and he knows to treat you with a little more care than he does his fellow Sangheili.

He holds your hand like he'll lose it, and his hold on you when he hugs is probably a little looser than it needs to be. In fights, he won't hesitate to hide you behind him and will be quick to do the same if anyone, Human or Sangheili, tries to intimidate or argue with you.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He adores hugs about as much as he does cuddles. Hugs aren't foreign to the Sangheili like cuddles are, he's hugged several of his clanmates and UNSC members after a successful fight, so he eagerly takes you up in his arms at any given point.

As said before, he doesn't hold you as tightly as he could, but regardless he manages to make everything narrow to him (partly because he's just that big)

He'll hug you pretty much every day, wether you have much alone time or not. He won't do it so openly in front of your coworkers or superiors unless you initiate it, but you can practically guarantee that you won't leave him without a hug

I= I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

He first says it, not after a battle or a mission, but as you're just working late at night and he decides to keep you company. You can't spend much attention on him, busy with some work for Commander Keyes, but you lean against him and maybe even sit in his lap as you work and idly chat about anything that comes to mind.

The topics jolt around like a grunt in a minefield but somehow you get around to the cultures you were both raised in and he's surprised that you know so much about not just current Sangheili practices but the historic ones as well. You tell him you've been researching, asking other Sangheili and searching for first-hand accounts.

He can't help the affection he feels for you at that point, and he tells you that he loves you. It's out of nowhere and you smile at him like he handed you a planet made just for you, then you kiss him on his cheek and tell him that you love him too.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Thel isn't a jealous person, usually. He knows that you chose him, that you care about him, and that nothing would turn your head. He's secure in your relationship like that

However. There are times, especially around specific other elites, where he is a bit possessive; he'll hang onto you a little more than usual and refer to you with pet names more. It's not so much jealousy, more a rivalry with other elites or even a little braggy.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It's hard to kiss an Elite. They obviously don't have lips, so he can't kiss you the typical way. He tickles his mandibles against you instead, or mimes kissing your hand or cheek to make you smile

He likes when you kiss him, quite a bit. Regardless of if you kiss his cheek, his head, his brand, he'll melt under your lips each time.

L= Little Ones (How are they around children?)

Male Sangheili usually don't go around their own young, they don't typically know who their fathers are and are collectively raised, if by any males, by an 'uncle' figure, so he is as good around Sangheili children as you'd expect

There aren't many opportunities for him to meet human children either, since you're in a military setting and they don't exactly have 'Take Your Kid To Work' days. If he ever met a human child he would be very cautious and probably a little worried/confused about how to interact with them

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When you're on a break from work, he likes to stay in bed a little longer, though he still gets up before you. He'll bring you breakfast if you're still not awake by the time he gets some for himself, and when you're both done he mostly leaves you to your own morning routine. He asks if you have anything planned throughout the day and, if you do, he wouldn't say no to joining you unless he absolutely had to

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Should your schedules allow it, he eats dinner with you, either alone together or in the general mess hall, and then you go to your quarters. Both dressing into comfortable clothes, he'll lounge around with you and cuddle if you want to, either in silence or talking until one of you (probably him) starts to drift off, and then it's off to bed

It's simple but he treasures it.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He doesn't really outwardly offer information about himself, ever. He'll say off-comments about his time in the Covenant that he will expand on if asked, but those are mostly in his files which you can access at any time if you really wanted to.

Anything more personal will either gradually trickle out in similar ways or you'll have to ask him about it

He never makes a big deal about it either way

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Despite the rumors and stereotypes that some of your less open-minded colleagues have spread around, he's pretty hard to anger.

It takes quite a lot to provoke him, but he sometimes likes to play it up when around those who are purposefully trying to get a reaction from him, just to see how their behaviour changes when they think he's actually going to do something.

It can be quite useful, especially to ground you when you're getting frustrated or flustered since he can either cut through it or untangle whatever is happening to get you to calm down, without losing it himself

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers quite a bit, especially the important things, even if you just casually tell him it.

You don't remember telling him your favourite food, or what your childhood obsession was, or that you had plans to meet up with an old friend from the training academy, but he remembers that.

When you first tell him outright about your ADHD and how to help you along, or what it's like when you're struggling, he commits that to memory and just adds to it the more he finds out

R= Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have a definite favourite, more a few memories that he cycles through when he feels like it, but one that stands out to him is the first time you used a move he'd taught you in battle

He was fighting alongside you and a few of your fellow marines, when a Kig-Yar got a little too close as you were mid-reload. Before anyone could shoot at it, you shot your hands out and grabbed the Jackal, planting your feet heavily in the ground and twisting your body in a way you'd practiced dozens of times. You ended up on the ground with the Kig-Yar under your boot, it impaled on a energy-sword that you had managed to pick up and activate mid-manoeuvre

Honestly, he was so impressed and proud, among other things, that he was ready to marry you on the spot

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective, but not in a way that is overbearing.

He knows you can handle yourself but he will step in if it gets too much for either of you. In battle, he doesn't get distracted in looking out for you but he always knows where you are and if you're okay.

If someone is criticizing you for something you can't help, caused by your ADHD or otherwise, he'll be in protect mode instantly but will wait until you either search him out or he can tell he has to butt in.

You have protected him several times, both in battle and from people who aren't too fond of Sangheili, and he loves it. He likes having you stick up for him or look out for him and has, on very rare occasions, fished for it by looking to you for help in a confrontation he could have handled easily

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

While 'proper' dates aren't that common between you, due to the everything that's happening, he does try with what he knows.

Sangheili don't date, not in the way humans do, but he gets the idea of it when you start the relationship. He'll do movie nights with you after you get off shift, or if you're off-ship then he tries to make sure it's on a planet that he can just walk with you and see some beautiful things.

He'll convince your superiors to let you have your anniversary off, if not a few days around it, so you have time to really relax and spend time together even if it's nothing spectacular.

For gifts, he tends to buy you things you've mentioned needing or wanting, even in passing when you thought he wasn't paying attention. Sometimes it's something that hits you in the nostalgia to the point it brings you to tears, or something surprisingly heartfelt that makes you love him even more

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be very blunt. Not just due to a cultural difference, just with how he is, if he opposes you in something he won't shy away from it.

More than once he's accidentally offended you or an idea you had and has had no idea that he has

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really much, he doesn't think much about how attractive he might be

At first, yes he was a little confused as to how you found him attractive since he's heard many humans react in disgust to Sagheili's appearances, but once you assured him that you find him attractive, he didn't question it again.

The only thing that is really a soft spot, looks-wise, is the brand on his chest. It's a remnant of his darkest moment of failure and a reminder of the Covenant, and it bothers him every so often.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course. Even if, outwardly, he barely reacts when you're apart for a while, his days feel a little less when you aren't with him or he can't in some way contact you.

The longer he is away from you, the worse he feels. He doesn't let it effect any work too much but he'll sigh quite a lot to the point it irritates people

X= Xtra (A random Headcanon)

Thel is a mum friend. Marine or Elite, even Chief, he's the type to make sure that everyone's had breakfast and is fully rested before a mission, making sure they're fully prepared. In the ship back from missions, you know that he has snacks and will offer them out if he has an idea anyone needs it (where he hides them, you have no clue). He'll even do a once-over of his team to check that everyone is okay and sleeping.

He says it's being a responsible leader but he's mum.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like laziness. If any soldiers around him are being lazy or half-assing anything, out of a mission or not, he is going to make his displeasure known. There have been marines who have totally changed their behaviours since the fusion of the elites and UNSC.

He knows the difference between your ADHD-riddled executive dysfunction and laziness, so he won't be too hard on you but there's a point where he'll be sterner with you

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He doesn't exactly talk in his sleep, but he does make little noises. The typical Elite noises, but very quiet and low-pitched. Between snores, you might catch a few muttered words of incomprehensible Sangheili.

[v1b3ss]

𝔸𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 ℝ𝕥𝕒𝕤

Fluff, crack, the Arbiter and Rtas being childish, sleep deprived reader, reader doesn't talk much, possible ooc??

✧|| Request!

"Your time with the human is done. Relinquish it to me and I won't call upon my battalion for your inability to honor deals."

The Arbiter's gaze narrowed as Rtas accused him of not holding up his end of the deal. He held you closer against his armored body, which wasn't exactly comfortable, but it's the thought that counts.

"You are the dishonorable one. You spent 325 seconds more with the human than I did. I am evening the playing field and amending our deal for your mistakes," he rebutted, steadfast in his objective to make things even.

You, on the other hand, were less thrilled about this entire ordeal. While it was nice having two absurdly strong, powerful, and influential space creatures squabble over you, they sounded like a bunch of old politicians. You wondered if this was how the founding fathers sounded when the constitution was made.

While the Arbiter and Rtas were arguing, speaking more and more Sangheili (which you most definitely did not speak other than "WORT WORT WORT"). As they debated who was less honorable, you wriggled out from under the Arbiter's arms. Must've been nice to so quickly relieve yourself of back pain. I'm still suffering.

The two were loud enough that you could walk away calmly and not worry about them hearing your footsteps as you slink off without them noticing. Speaking of not noticing, you wondered how the Arbiter didn't notice how you had squirmed out of his grasp. Perhaps it was the lingering warmth of your body that kept him calm and unrealized of your absence. Well- as calm as he can be whilst in yet another predicament with Rtas.

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"HUMAN!!"

You awoke from your slumber with a jump, eyes blown wide as you frantically searched around for the abrupt noise. The doors of your barracks were burst open with both Sanghili standing there looking rather panicked. Once they saw you, however, they both visibly relaxed. Then, in an almost comical manner, they looked at each other, blinked, and then both dashed forwards in an attempt to get to you first.

Rtas was faster, scooping you up and holding you in the air with a triumphant huff. "Aha! The human is mine," he declared with pride.

The Arbiter was quick to grab Rtas' hand and pry it off of you, grabbing you for himself. "You dare to lay claim to the human who so clearly prefers my presence? Insolent fool!"

You let out an irritated sigh and thought to yourself, 'If these two idiots don't kill me with their stupidity, I'll have to do it mysel-' However, in the middle of your thought, you were ungracefully dropped onto the floor with an audible thud.

Looking up at the two massive beasts, you noticed that they were, once again, arguing about who had dropped you and who should face the punishment.

'God, I hate these two...' you thought to yourself. They were childish, truly. Two feared Sangheili fighting over a human they had captured in battle a few months ago. It was amusing, yes, but inconvenient when it came to your sleep schedule.

You stood up and brushed yourself off before walking right in between the two squabbling aliens, gently pushing them out of the way and making a beeline to your bed. You plopped down with a sigh and pulled the covers over yourself, turning so that your back was facing the two now quiet Sangheili.

Once the two saw just how visibly exhausted you were, they had become silent, just staring at you. Rtas crossed his arms and quietly said, "I often forget the fragility of humans. Specifically those not on par with the Demon."

The Arbiter sighed and begrudgingly replied, "As much as it pains me to do so, I agree. It seems the human has been worn out. Not uncommon for Earthlings."

Rtas nodded and they both fell silent once more.

After you had fallen asleep under the watchful gaze of the two, the Arbiter spoke up once again in a hushed tone. "Let the human rest. We shall settle this in the morning."

With a reluctant sigh, Rtas responded. "Indeed. Let us depart."

You briefly heard the closing of the barracks door as you turned over in your bed, having woken up at the sound of voices again, but quickly fell back into a peaceful slumber for the first time in two months.

𓋼𓍊 Hello everyone! Thank you for reading and I apologize for this taking so long. This was a request from @jiren123456, so thank you for requesting! Once again, I apologize for my inactivity, but I'm back now. Have a marvelous day darlings!

-Vibes🪐

[ghostlychief]

OKIE, HI LOVE, I'm so excited. I would like to request Touch-starved! John. John, who didn't realize how it felt to be loved. John, who didn't know how nice it felt to be wanted for being just him. John, who's never had a hug in his life, stiffing when his partner gave him a hug before realizing how comforting it was. John, who doesn't know how to hug his partner back and is scared he'll hurt them.

Okay i love this idea so much. YOUR MIND CONTINUES TO AMAZE ME. Because John would TOTALLY be like this at first. Love touch-starved!John. For some reason the concept of the song Drops of Jupiter popped into my head when i thought of this John. I hope you enjoy what i threw together, and hope you're doing well <3

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Drops of Jupiter

John-117/Master Chief x reader

no warnings, just fluff!

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John’s life can really only be measured by statistics, measured quantitatively. From the moment he was found on Eridanus II by Dr. Halsey, his life started to have meaning in the way of numbers. How fast was he growing? How much did he weigh? How much could he lift? Those numbers became one of the most important thing in his life. Besides that, he didn’t have much else to count for. His sole purpose was to train and become the best Spartan II the UNSC has ever seen.

That was until he decided to remove the hormonal pellet, lodged in the center of his lower back, resting in between his spine. Who knew how much power rested in something smaller than a quarter?

This pellet repressed his moods, making sure he was only ever objective, the thought of subjectivity a sin. It also dimmed hormones a normal person experiences in their every day life. Such as, the longing touch of a loved one. Or, the hope to feel accepted by one’s peers. These suppressors were supposed to make the ultimate, elite solider. It was supposed to help aid the Spartan’s on the battle field by making them mission oriented. Act first, ask questions later. As long as the mission was complete and a success, not much else mattered.

At first, John felt disoriented. He felt unbalanced by the new coming of emotions and hormones that spiraled around in his body. There was a crash of emotions washing over his entire body that he forgot he felt before, in a distant past life he wasn’t even sure really existed. It felt rickety, yet exciting. Everything seemed brand new to him. The clouds looked different, the grass brighter, the sun felt warm against his skin. He appreciated the stars that blanketed the sky on a moonless night.

For once, he felt like he completed the orbit around what his life was really about. He finally understood. Life wasn’t just about missions and killing the Covenant. No, there was so much more to it and he finally felt like he touched back home after a long, grueling journey, pulled down by the gravity of the new world he found himself in.

Shortly after his pellet was removed, he met you. You were a linguistic technician that worked closely with many of the people John worked with. You were an expert in Sangheili, which became a hot commodity skill to have in the impending months leading up to the human/Covenant war. John had actually crossed paths with you before, only in passing, but you have met, though not officially.

The day you sat across from him in the cafeteria was Johns’s first encounter with you since feeling different, feeling new. You were already half way seated when you asked, “Mind if I sit here?” John looked up at you, brows furrowed and nodded, but at this point you were already sat down at the table.

“I’d like to pick your brain about something if you don’t mind?” Your sweet voice traveled across to John in the noisy cafeteria and he found himself staring at you for a second before he mentally shook his head. “Sure?” He was still perplexed why you were here sitting with him. Usually no one approached the Spartans unless they were instructed to do so.

“Okay, so I’m in the linguistics department, specifically Sangheili, and I wanted to ask you about the encounters you’ve had with the Sangheili, specifically the higher ranked Sangheili.”

John felt himself slightly smiling at your rambling, but he made sure to hide it from you. He cleared his through them said, “Yeah, I remember you. We met in passing a couple years ago.”

Your eyes widened, “Oh! I didn’t think you’d remember.” This time John made sure you noticed his smile, “Spartans have eidetic memory.”

“Ah, that’s right. Well, that’s good for all the questions I have for you then.” You then proceeded to talk to John about the Sangheili culture and how it related to their patterns of speech for the next two hours, time slipping away, fast through your fingers.

After that, John always felt a pull towards you, seemingly stuck in your orbit. If neither of you were on duty, you’d usually end up going on long walks. John told you about his past, like what it was like being in the Spartan program, and other adventures, like his mission on the Halos. You never interrupted him, and typically had follow-up questions, always curious to learn more about him.  

The first time you touched him was when he was explaining how he was taken as a child by Dr. Halsey to be entered into the Spartan program. You rested your hand on his bicep, and your fingers slowly rubbed back and forth in a comforting notion. He at first stiffened, but then soon relaxed under your enchanting touch, longing to feel it again after you left his quarters that night.

He started to see more and more of you, and his feelings slowly and quietly developed into something akin to love, though he was never really sure what that word meant. Not until you. He imagined what love might have been, but could never quantify it since love never dealt in numbers or absolutes. It was abstract, confusing, with no concrete answer to it.

Though all of these new emotions felt confusing at times, John never felt confused by you. You simply loved him, not Master Chief or John-117, just John. Slowly but surely, John felt more comfortable with you, emotionally and also physically. Although Spartans are massive in their stature, people still forget how freakishly strong they actually are. Such as, John can easily flip over a Warthog. So, in dealing with you, he was extra cautious.

The first time you wrapped your arms around his middle in a bone crushing hug, he was worried about hugging back, afraid he would crush you, hurt you. He doesn’t remember ever receiving a hug like that, and he wanted to savor it, and feel it over and over again. Once he realized that he wasn’t going to hurt you, he would always pull you into random hugs through out the day, comforted by your beating heart against his.

John’s life, once measured only in numbers, in quantity, now could be measured by so much more. He was lucky, after all.

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[playable-elite]

What is your opinion on human fanfiction? I have read a bunch about you. All good things, despite the propaganda that was against you at the time of them being written. Most was x reader stuff, but some of it is you... with master chief. Like- stories about you having a deeper relationship than just comrades.

Also, what is your opinion on some humans thinking that Sangheili in general are more attractive than master chief?

In truth I do not understand, but cannot be scandalized by such things. My enemies are already content to spread wild accusations to damage my reputation, only some of which they believe. Relations between Sangheili and humans, of any kind, remain very fraught.

For me, however, I think the evidence of the truth is quite simple:

If the Master Chief and I were more than battle brothers, his current condition would shame me more deeply than any scandal.

[alienisticxo]

Before the Fever - Chapter Nine

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} we’re getting into the thick of it now :’) Chapter 10 is already almost done too! i'm constantly writing- now that were getting to the burn part it’s just exuding from my pores and onto the virtual page. can you believe i've been writing all of this on my phone?! 

i hope you guys are enjoying it. ♡

thank you so much for hanging in and reading as always!

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enjoy ♡ 

Chapter Nine - Fighting the Same Battle

She trusted me.  

Now that was something I never thought I’d hear her say.  

I tried to make sense of the sentiment, to calm the way I felt when she said it. In a matter of minutes she’d gone from enemy to friendly. There was a sense of relief in that.  

What a new mix of sensation it offered.  

I could only stare at the girl, completely lost for words. I knew being honest was always the correct path despite what the ONI and Halsey may have practiced, but being as blunt as Cortana had been with her seemed to do the trick to get her to understand.  

Why hadn’t I thought to be that way with her before? Well, it was classified then. It was different now. Cortana was right, we were fighting the same battle. Albeit for different reasons, yet somehow they were still similar. She wanted away from the UNSC and all the pain it seemed to have caused her. I…  

Wasn’t sure what I wanted...  

A little more thought brought it around. They caused me more trouble than I ever realized, and I wanted the truth. I wanted to know what this Keystone had to do with myself, my past. I wanted to know who cleared Halsey to do this to us to begin with and why she thought it would be a good idea to polish us into blank canvases to do the heavy lifting for her. I could never bring my parents back. But, I wanted to know who I was, who I could’ve been..  

If there was anyone other than a Spartan who could understand how that felt, I realized then, that it might’ve been {Y/N}.  

Anger surfaced when I thought about how Halsey was to blame for both of us. Remembering that I trusted her, had faith in her my entire life, felt like no one else could ever fill her shoes, only rubbed it in further.  

————

Both Cortana and John looked at me as though I’d just spoken Sangheili to them though I couldn’t exactly read either of their faces. Maybe it was a little insane to see the semblance we now shared; to suddenly voice that I trusted him despite all of the push-back I’d done.

Where it had perplexed me before, The Master Chief’s intense insistence on my revealing what I’d seen and heard on The Covenant ship to Doctor Halsey became clear. He was simply trying to piece together his own history. His own forgotten memories of a life he once had. And it wasn’t just that, but he was dealing with a plethora of feelings, too. How could I blame him for it? I’d dealt with emotion all my life. I was still unsure of it all.

“Where are we going?” I pressed further, though he nor Cortana responded to my last statement.

After a beat, John’s shoulders loosened, his line of sight drifting to another corner of the craft.

“Rubble.”

“What?” I immediately piped up.

“You’ll stay with someone I can trust once I’m gone.”

“No, you can’t send me back there, please. They’ll find me in no time, they’ll–” I cut myself short.

They’ll find Astra, too, I thought instead. Though there was no real reason to take her in, I was afraid they’d use her as a bargaining chip to get to me. I hadn’t given much thought to where I’d end up once all of this was over, but while it was still going strong, especially while we were wanted, I couldn’t go back there.

“It’s what’s best,” John finalized through what sounded like a quiet sigh.

I was too preoccupied with our next location to be concerned with whether or not he still found me annoying. I shook my head, nearly unable to stop as I stood from my own place on the floor, as though I’d be able to run away again.

“I won’t go back there. You can’t leave me there..”

I had no tears left to give, but I could feel my face burning hot with emotion.

“Perhaps.. Given the circumstances, it might not be too far-fetched to head in another direction,” Cortana suggested.

“I already sent Kai to Rubble with The Artifact,” John seemed to remind her, his tone stern.

Though it felt like news to me, I vaguely remembered hearing him tell Cortana about direction back on Reach. I was so dazed, so much in shock, that I hadn’t put two and two together. The Blessed One who belonged to The Covenant popped into my head once more. I could still feel her cold stare burning into my own retinas. My skin crawled. Did she know where to find us? Was our escape going to end up a trap if the Keystone was in either of our hands again?

“Trajectories are changeable,” Cortana started. “I’m sure once she arrives and notices you’re not there—“

“She’ll think I set her up for failure. I can’t do that to her.”

I tried to think of a way to help resolve the issue and still stay away from Rubble. It felt impossible, now dealing with a set of problems that I hadn’t had any experience in. Wrangling disobedient Spartans had to be a task in and of itself. It didn’t make it right, but it was no wonder Doctor Halsey felt the need to suppress them so harshly.

“Maybe.. we go to Rubble,” I began to compromise. “Just until The Keystone is secure. And then—“

“We change course with {Y/N},” Cortana finished for me. “An idea worth considering, when headquarters is more than likely pinpointing and pursuing various locations in the area already. If they manage to grab her, it’s your head on the chopping block later.”

But John looked unamused; more so than usual.

“And when Kai gets back to Reach? Without me there—“

“She’ll deal with the consequences. She’s a big girl, Chief. She can handle herself. She knows you’re not exactly the favorite at the moment, but she took the directive and ran with it without question. I, for one, believe in Kai. She exhibits similar traits as you do. I don’t think it’ll take her much work to avoid any unfavorable outcomes for her insubordination— Especially if Halsey needs her to keep quiet. Which she absolutely does.”

Cortana eyed John, but immediately spoke again. “I can tell what you’re thinking. Another missing Spartan wouldn’t look good for anyone. Doctor Halsey would be better off disappearing herself.”

The cogs were turning in his head, it was visible, but The Master Chief stayed adamant.

“We almost lost her on the field,” John responded, staring back at me instead. He seemed to peel his eyes away again to head back to the front of the ship. “She locked up, panicked. She nearly got herself killed at a critical moment. I can leave {Y/N} with Soren and Kwan. I’m sure they’ll figure it out from there until the heat dies down. Safely.”

I could only stare as the two countered one another. They both seemed to have their reasonings. But it almost hurt to hear that he was just going to dump me back on Rubble like.. nothing. Never to be seen again. I knew I had been the one coming around, my perspective of the Spartan shifting into something more favorable. It was probably silly of me to assume he’d been warming up to me, too. Clearly, it was.

“It was a learning experience,” Cortana began again. “Just look how Kai has handled since! You’re forgetting, if she’s already executed the objective, she’s steps ahead of the credit you’re currently giving her. Odds are she was already in hot water for not showing up with Riz and Vannak when you were in the process of escaping with {Y/N}, anyway. She’s a Spartan, Chief. She’s got more than what it takes.”

It felt nice to have someone on my side, fighting for what I wanted. Though I highly doubted Cortana was doing it for my sake, probably John’s more than anything, it was welcome all the same.

“Please, Master Chief..” was all I could silently utter, my voice lost in their conversation.

I couldn't explain the real reason that I tried to bury; that I didn’t feel safe without him near anymore, especially after the way he’d protected me so readily when we were being chased. Giving into emotion just a little more, it meant something to me. Where I’d often felt as though no one cared, he showed me otherwise just moments ago. And whether it was the hero complex I thought the soldiers maintained or not, I found myself uncaring of that aspect. His humanity continued to shine through with each little gesture. I couldn’t ignore that.

Even if he wanted to leave me back on Rubble. He did mention my safety..

————

When I looked into her eyes, it was almost unnerving, the pleading she was doing with me. Not because it made me uneasy, but because I didn’t know how to give her what she wanted with the best possible outcome.

After everything that happened, how could I deny her the one thing she asked for? I had no other place to take her, to leave her. Especially not one where I knew she’d be safe. I’d only known where previous missions had sent Silver Team. No planet was truly secure.  

I didn’t know why I cared that she’d be safe. I let Cortana’s words roll back around in my head.

‘Smitten.’  

Was that the instinct I felt? I felt compelled to make sure Kwan Ha was in good hands, but this? This was entirely different all the way around. There was no connection with Kwan, just making sure the right thing was done when they’d ordered Article 72 on an innocent person. My first real leap into the world of right and wrong.

But smitten… Smitten was extremely close to ‘love’ and other heavy emotions that seemed too daunting to take on and way beyond my scope. I silently hoped the feeling was controllable when I forced myself to look away from {Y/N} and head back to the cockpit.  

Still, I stopped in the entryway, turning to face her again. There was an odd pull toward her that was suddenly constantly eating at me. I pushed myself to ignore it.  

And for once in my entire life as an armored Spartan, I felt grotesquely monstrous in my Mjolnir— like the demon they all claimed me to be; intimidating when I didn’t intend it. The girl had been shaken enough. She deserved something softer, less imposing. These things we’d dealt with weren’t easy for anyone to handle. I could see the way she still faintly trembled, and our first encounter in the abandoned house on Rubble came to mind. It was surprising to see what she could withstand.

Maybe she would’ve made a decent marine after all.  

“We’ll go to Rubble,” I began, noticing the way her face immediately fell. “And then Eridanus II.”  

Her chest seemed to deflate with a sigh of relief, her eyes closing briefly. It was going to be hell for us both if they found us, but I just couldn’t disappoint her anymore in that regard. That was the only place remotely empty that I knew. I’d decide what to do with The Keystone once we’d settled.

“Cortana, do you have the coordinates to our last locale on Eridanus? My, last locale,” I corrected.  

“Of course,” she said, not missing a beat. “I’ll pull it up.”

Finding my way back into the seat, I let my body relax as much as I could without fighting it. My eyes were heavy, and while that was a rare occurrence, I was beginning to feel the effects of the day. Staring out into the vastness of space, I spoke as quietly as I possibly could when I noticed Cortana had sized herself back down and stood in the same spot on the panel she’d been before.  

“What is this that I’m feeling, really?” I asked.

A smirk placed itself on her features.  

“I’m serious, Cortana.”  

The A.I. dropped her act, holding her hands behind her back and pondering for only a few seconds.

“As I mentioned previously, it could have something to do with the connection you two share over the Keystone. Or…” She lifted her chin just so. “You’ve found some kind of kinship in her. She understands you, and you’ve lacked said familiar biological source for quite some time, if always. It’s possible that alone has your heart racing when you‘re around her. This seems to happen often in humans who are less experienced in the ways of human interaction. Teenagers are more susceptible, for instance, and it’s like what your species would call ‘puppy love,’ if you will. Given your status with the pellet being removed for the first time since adolescence, it’s not an unnatural response.”

“Stop,” I held my hand up. “L—,”

I shook my head, unable to finish the thought.  

“That’s not what this is. It has to be the Keystone.”  

“If you say so,” she muttered through her teeth, clearly unbelieving of my statement.  

I glanced behind my shoulder, noticing {Y/N} had curled herself back up into a ball as far down the ship as possible against the interior, her frame illuminated only by the starlight that poured in through the windows. The sight of her in that position kicked up a sensation of what I recognized to be empathy. It wasn’t as tolerable as I thought it would be.

The previously mentioned ‘hug’ surfaced back into my thoughts.  

“Devil's advocate,” I began again, still quiet, though I was sure {Y/N} couldn’t hear anything past our voices murmuring. “What if that is what I’m feeling?”

“Well, Chief, I’m afraid I can’t help you much in that department. I’m in your neural interface, but your emotions and decisions are your own. How you decide to act on that is entirely up to you. You’ve already tested my limits, remember?”

She cocked a brow.  

Always helpful, this one.  

“I don’t know how to act on it. I don’t.. Does she…”

“Feel the same way?” she questioned, leaning forward to get a better look at me before glancing in her direction, too.  

I stayed silent. I’d never felt so.. juvenile. Even as kids, this kind of subject matter was the furthest thing from our minds.  

“I can’t speak for her. But, the cues I’ve picked up on might insinuate that she isn’t opposed to your presence.”

“Isn’t opposed to my presence,” I snorted indignantly. “You’ve really got a way with words.”

“Oh, I’m the one ruining your idea of love?”  

A scowl placed itself on my features. The word just sounded like it would taste bitter on my own tongue. It wasn’t an idea I had at all. ‘ Love’ was for the marines who’d grown too close over too long of time away from home, fraternization cases waiting to happen. It meant busted ranks. Distractions on duty. It held no place in a Spartan’s world. The closest thing we had was our loyalty to each other— and even when we lost a brother or sister, it was business as usual.  

Until we opened our eyes, of course.

This girl and I, we had no real reason to be engaged in anything of the sort. It didn’t matter to me that this could be a symptom of being repressed for so long. As far as I understood, something that deep that people seemed to value so highly took time. Effort. Energy. All things that had never taken place between us. If I didn’t have an HUD and Cortana, I might not even know her full name. So why did I feel so drawn to her? How could this have happened the way it did? From one minute to the next… It frustrated me above anything else.  

But Cortana seemed to throw the idea around like it was normal. Just another cog in the machine. I didn’t care how much {Y/N} and I suddenly ‘understood’ each other; how beautiful I found her. How unfamiliarly gentle she was when she’d taken my hand into hers..  

I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes; tried to ignore my own thoughts as they escaped me so easily when it came to letting myself think of her.  

The A.I.’s brow furrowed.  

“Your levels….” she trailed off before inhaling and starting up again, more seriously than before. “Chief, I know you have little experience in this, and I’m currently incapable of experiencing emotion in the same way you do, but the only directive that seems right, is to follow whatever your heart and instinct is telling you to do. It seems.. And, correct me if I’m wrong— that you’ve already been allowing it to lead the way without even realizing it.”  

Cortana looked around, indicating our current situation.  

Giving it more thought, there was no correction needed.  

————

I opened and closed my palm, wiggling my fingers delicately as I thought of the way he looked when I took his hand. He looked confused, shocked, almost. I wasn’t sure how to take that, and the moment stuck with me more than I thought it would. While I was embarrassed at my own instinct at the time, I didn’t regret my action. If it offered him any sort of solace, any inkling of kindness, it was alright with me. He didn’t pull away from me, and the thought that maybe he felt similarly to the way I did crossed my mind.

John more than likely hated me at this point with all of the extra stress I caused him and countless others. But all I wanted to do was show him that not everyone was so untrustworthy as the people he dealt with; not everyone wanted to gain something from him, or use him up the way he’d been his entire life. He made me feel safe. It seemed silly, especially given his status— the galaxy’s own protector, but I wanted to do the same for him in any way that I could.

Something told me no one ever bothered to make him feel protected. I was sure it was something he never felt he needed, or even gave much thought to.

The wall I’d built simply because of my own jadedness with the world I knew, seemed to be near nonexistent now. He wasn’t happy that Cortana outed his new experience with life and all it entailed to me, but it made all the difference. It allowed me to rethink the way I felt, to reevaluate my own guarded nature with him.

It wasn’t his fault. I’d had no real experience with a Spartan, just what I’d heard, what I’d seen. How blind I suddenly felt about the entire ordeal.

And I’d had enough time to think about what was happening in the present, sitting curled up in the back of the craft. After a while, it occurred to me that I’d never actually expressed my gratitude for his help. While he’d taken me in to begin with, he was now risking everything to get me as far away as possible.

That also meant something. No one had ever tried to right any kind of wrong with me— whether he saw it that way or not.

Without a sound, I stood from my place and quietly moseyed over toward the cockpit. Remaining far enough away, I wanted to provide the two privacy in whatever conversation they were having. It was clear I didn’t need to be privy to it, and I respected that the best I could within the limited space.

“Master Chief?” I called out– though still quietly, provided the area. He immediately turned around to face me.

The movement was so quick, it almost startled me. It reminded me of someone who was waiting for something awful to happen at any given moment, hoping they’d be able to prevent it. I imagined that must've been how he lived his life, and that tugged at my heartstrings. Never being able to fully relax, never knowing what a moment of peace felt like. While I didn’t have it quite as bad, I knew how that could feel, too.

He stared at me without a word, his eyes intense, waiting.

“I never did get to say thank you,” I spoke softly, almost nervous, now. “For taking me out of there.. I’m not sure what Doctor Halsey was going to do with me after the tests were over, but I can’t imagine it would’ve been good.”

He leaned back a little, as though that wasn’t what he expected from me. I supposed there were going to be a lot of ‘unexpecteds’ between us in the time to come.

Cortana peeked over at him, a hint of a smile on her face.

“And thank you, too, Cortana,” I continued, a hand finding its way to my opposite arm, rubbing absently at a bruise from Halsey’s collection of data.

“Don’t mention it,” she quipped happily.

But John remained stoic, intense. He nodded once vaguely, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re welcome.”

I bowed my head just a bit before turning around to find my place again. I wasn’t expecting some grand speech or show, his response was enough. All I needed was for him to know that I did appreciate his willingness to throw it all on the line for me. But it was what happened next that surprised me most of all.

“Hey,” John breathed.

I stopped, facing him again in slight shock.

A few seconds passed, and with a heavy sigh, he stood from his place, and lifted an arm in my direction.

Confusion was my initial reaction, and he picked up on that quickly, clearly knowing this would be confusing to anyone. His hand then motioned me in for… a hug. His expression still seemed quite disconnected, but I didn’t take it personally. I was sure it had to be hard for him to even offer up the gesture to begin with.

And while I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, I couldn’t help myself. I needed the comfort. I needed to feel something other than fear and exhaustion. I didn’t want to think that I may have needed some part of him, too. That would’ve been a scarier realization to come to that I wasn’t sure I was ready for, either, especially so soon.

I nearly ran into his arms, uncaring of the bulky, cold metal that encased him. His strong arm latched around my small frame, squeezing gently— so gently in fact, that I wondered if he thought he’d crush me otherwise.

I’d never felt so delicate, and it was even more amusing that the sensation surfaced in the arms of a fully armored Spartan.

But I finally let go.

Melting completely against The Master Chief, I stood, my arms squeezing around his immovable build until they were sore, tears I didn’t know I had left streaming between the rough alloy and my skin. I felt his arm tighten, the other moving to wrap around me in turn as my body shook gently. He must’ve decided my breakdown in his arms was worth the entire embrace.

I couldn’t look up at him, couldn’t try to read what he was thinking or even begin to explain myself. All I could do was feel an insurmountable amount of emotion like a million waves breaking over the shore. And while there was no body heat between us, no extra detail to the touch we shared, it was more than enough.

It was genuine. It was all I needed.

My collapse was no longer just about recent events, but the entirety of my life and how derailed it had become over time. It all tied in together. From being left on Rubble as a child, to being here now, with John. I’d stolen the Keystone, I’d brought this upon myself. But it all seemed intertwined, connected. As though maybe fate had brought me here. To learn about my parents, to help him learn about himself. I was tired, stressed, feeling unstable in more ways than one. He had to be, too. I didn’t care how strong he was or what wars he’d fought and won. There was no way he wasn’t. All of these events had become very, very personal.

There wasn’t another word shared between us, just my sniffling and quiet sobbing that I was unable to control. Typically, I would’ve been slightly mortified to be seen in such a way. But in the mess we were in, there was no room for that. We were fighting the same battle now, just like Cortana said. For the time being, we only had each other. I needed his hug like I needed air— and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it happened.

His hand began to rub my back ever so slightly— he seemed so cautious, so careful for being so large and menacing the green titanium, riddled with dents and pings from our escape. In the midst of it all I tried to put myself in his shoes, to really understand the gravity of just how much he was dealing with, just how much he was possibly losing over me and his mission to search for himself. The bullets he took and the fists he’d faired, the plasma he’d dodged and the reputation he’d garnered.. and not just recently, but for as long as he could remember.

For just a brief moment, while I knew he meant to comfort me, I wondered who the embrace was really for.

-x-x-x-

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[ceyx-of-the-shore]

HALO REQUEST FORM

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[witchie-writings]

{Blooming Blood Petals - ARBITER HANAHAKI; PT. 1}

Warnings: Mild blood mention

Pairings: Arbiter/Reader

Word Count: 816

From the Author: Hi guys! I'm super sorry you've been waiting so long for me to post halo content again (or any content in general). I don't mean to disappear off the books for so long, it's mainly just my motivation and the tug of war I'm having between art and writing - but I read your guys comments, and seeing as I'm soon going to college to take a creative writing major, I thought this would be a perfect time to warm up my skills! I'm a little rusty so this beginning story is a little all over the place, but I'll be doing short fanfics (likely 2-3 parters) of all requested characters for Hanahaki. Without further of due, let's get to reading! :)

To think that a sangheili such as him could process such raw emotions was a bewildering concept. The boiling passions swelled within the tattered ruins of his heart, rushing through his body and soul. He grew dizzy with the sudden influx of foreign yet familiar substances; flashes of [Y/N] filed through the inner workings of his consciousness, followed by an odd, bubbling feeling. All of the memories slowly blurred together into a coherent mass… soon, he was able to make sense of the chaotic mess his mind left him with. Piece by piece he picked them apart to discover them meaning until he was able to come to a conclusion… a conclusion that he surely thought was beyond the reaches of possible.

A sudden shot grazed his torso, snapping his concentration into reality. The Arbiter, who now realized the density of his situation, quickly ducked his head to avoid incoming enemy fire. However even as he took cover behind a jarring pillar, he couldn't cease the bellowing cries that resonated from the darkest crevices; ‘Will this end in my demise?’.

A simple question that should pose a similarly simple answer, but it refused to be so simple. Dozens of throrns connected to each other like a thinly strung web, each thought making him wonder if he truly wished to perish on the blood soaked battlefield in the name of honor.

For once, he believed that there was more to his life than this, more than listening to the grueling tales of glory and death.

He wished to be by [Y/N]'s side, the soldier that he grew to admire for so, so long…

Yet, why was his heart pounding with uncertainty? Why were his lungs tightening up, strangling him to where he could barely breathe?

“ARBITER!”

A sudden clash of armor rang out from the raging Hell; Thel ‘Vadam found himself colliding violently with the rugged ground, narrowly avoiding a sudden explosion that sent debris flying to the Heavens. His nerves screamed as he felt stones dig into his exposed skin, causing him to let out a pained groan. But he couldn’t linger long, as he felt a figure hastily grasp his hand and tug him up to stand.

“This isn’t time to think, Arbiter!” The voice yelled over the crying of gunfire, shoving his weapon harshly against his chest. He didn’t even register that his rifle fell from his very hands.

“We must go, this outpost is overrun by the humans. We have no choice but to retreat and regroup our forces.”

He remembered now, despite the misty fog clouding his thoughts... [Y/N].

“[Y/N]-?”

A missile interrupted him mid-sentence, and [Y/N] growled in a rising frustration at the Arbiter's distant gaze. “Let’s go!” With hasty feet the opposing Sangheili darted towards the direction of the evac, using the cover of broken shelters and barricades to their advantage.

Thel ‘Vadam followed suit after his fellow sangheili, using the same coordinated path to narrowly dodge bullets to his gut. As he retreated, the demons began to chant in a victorious manner. To them, the sight of an enemy retreating was a cause to celebrate, which racked the Arbiter's nerves.

Thel' Vadam quickly reached the docked Phantom, being aided by [Y/N] who pulled him into the carrier while providing cover fire. Once on board the pilot ignited the engines and took off, leaving behind the last remains of a Covenant Outpost. The humans tried to use their artillery rounds, but it was no use; they were out of range. Thel 'Vadam stared blankly as the land mass grew smaller the farther they rose, till the distant blue faded to a glossy faded space. It was entrancing….

“Arbiter, have you gone mad!?”

Thel ‘Vadam tore his sights away to land on [Y/N]. His thoughts remain far off and loose, causing the warrior to grumble in irritation.

“Arbiter, are you even listening?” Their voice rose again, gaining a few looks from some of the grunts that managed to hitch the ride.

"My apologies, [Y/N]."

"Your apologies mean little when during the battle, it looked like you were a lost child."

Perhaps it was the keen edge in their words that made his pride recoil, or how their gleaming orbs were brushed over with an aggrieved coat that sent his heart plummeting down. It was as if he was being scolded by his family, but this time, it was colder than the metal of a steel dagger.

A crushing force gripped his lungs and forced him to inhale a large breath while his hand reached for his throat; once, twice, three times the Arbiter coughed and gagged. An alarmed expression morphed onto [Y/N]'s face… wisps of confusion added to their stress as specks of blood came from Thel 'Vadam's mouth, followed by scarlet stained petals with a pitch black hue.

“... Arbiter…”

[manicpixiedreamsaren]

hnnnnng do people write for halo elites

[snarky-badger]

Ask game!!

👀 Do you have any WIPs you would never let see the light of day?

I have three actually. And they might stay on my laptop simply because I don't know if there's any interest in them? I mean, the Fallout 3 fandom is almost silent, I have too many Ultron fics as it is, and I don't know if anyone is interested in a Halo Thel' Vadam/The Arbiter x Female OC fic.

The first is a Fallout 3 fic, centered around an OC and Charon. It's NOT a romance nor a Lone Wanderer fic. Roughly, I have a woman who escaped from The Institute. She's on the run, completely new to the Fallout 3 world. She was a science experiment all her life, her only friend was a ghoul who had been brought in for more experiments - he's the one that helped her escape. I have this set around the time that the Enclave is starting it's presence in the DC ruins in it's bid to 'cleanse' the Wasteland. Unfortunately for them, she's not all that human herself, and takes offence at them wanting to 'cleanse' Underworld.

The second is an Ultron X Female Reader fic - I started writing it during a bought of severe depression and it's short so far, but it's a comfort fic for me that helped me stay sane. It's also a little dark at the beginning, touching on suicide, so I don't know if anyone wants to read that.

The third, as I mentioned, takes place during and after Halo 3. I'm having fun with it - it's a Soulmate fic. I don't have any of those yet (not published anyway). Soulmates aren't rare in this AU, but a bonding between a Sangheili and a human? That's something new and very, very, dangerous for the two involved. Doesn't help that the human has powers that she and her kind have hidden from the world at large, or that the Elite in question is The Arbiter himself.

Crap this got long, lol.

I have a lot of stuff that doesn't get published, hell I have pieces of a fic from when the first Bayverse Transformers movie came out. I still reread it, but will I ever finish it? Unlikely.

[love-beyond-space-war]

Request: "Sept 21st is making me think of Rtas for no reason in particular, so can we get a short of Rtas ‘Vadum/The Shipmaster with a reader that meant to stow away on a different, less important ship but accidentally ended up on his instead? Oh yeah, human reader after the Human-Covenant war is over. No preference on gender reader so whatever comes out in writing ig?"

Note: Alright, cool! Rtas is definitely one of my favorite characters. I just hope I made this request work as I wasn't sure why Reader was a stowaway in the first place since I forgot to ask ^^; Sorry if it's too short.

Home for a Stowaway

Rtas 'Vadum x Human! Reader

Synopsis: Rtas has always been on of the more merciful Sangheili after the Human-Covenant war. He's always been one to care for lower castes and even doesn't mind humans much now. However... he certainly wasn't expecting a secret human on board the Shadow of Intent.

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing (Dubious), Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Canon typical violence, Possible OOC Rtas (?), Implied poor home life/life in general.

Rtas had strayed away from war ever since the end of the Human-Covenant war. His resentment towards humans, Jiralhanae, and San'Shyuum had diminished greatly. Now he was fine with just aiding Thel when possible and hunting those who have betrayed the Sangheili.

Compared to his life before... he was calmer than most others of his species.

Now Rtas spent most of his time aboard his ship, the Shadow of Intent. Sometimes he docked for supplies for his crew but other than that it was endless space. Compared to the usual bloodshed he was used to... this was relaxing if not boring.

When some of his Sangheili crew came up to him with an issue Rtas was actually surprised. He was even more interested when the two crew members hold up a squirming human in their arms. He sees you struggle like a caught fish, fear in your eyes.

Stowaways were heard of, every port had their tales of them. It didn't look like you meant any harm or were very malicious. It was a pain that he had you catch a ride on his ship, especially since the nearest port was far away, but he kept his cool.

You looked comparable to a frightened animal in front of him. You knew what he was but some humans weren't very accepting of Sangheili yet. You fear was excusable... yet he needed answers.

"Drop the human, they aren't a threat. I'll get answers from them... alone. I'll call if there's an issue." Rtas explains, the crew members dropping you on a hover chair before leaving the room.

There's an intimidating silence as you both stare at each other.

"Well? What's a human doing on a ship serving the Swords of Sangheilios?" Rtas questions. "Far as I know you're a stowaway, right?"

"I caught the wrong ship...." You whisper.

"Why are you even crawling onto random ships? Sabotage?" Rtas asks, watching as you quickly shake your head.

You then give your reasoning as to why you were fleeing. It was something about fleeing from somewhere or someone. You were meant to catch a different ship but ended up chased into his.

You looked like a street rat. Rtas supposed you could even be called a pest. However... Rtas believes he found himself a solution to this issue.

"You can ride to the next port." Rtas allows, seeing your eyes sparkle. "In the meantime, I don't mind having company."

"You'd... be willing to speak with a human like me?" You ask, curious about his words.

"My days of fighting humans are past me. I don't mind your kind. They're useful when you need them." Rtas admits.

"I thank you for not killing me on the spot...." You bow in your seat slightly, Rtas making a noise of disinterest.

"There's no point in punishing the innocent." Rtas reassures, gesturing your hover chair beside his as he watches the endless stars. Hesitantly you bring yourself beside him, looking away to avoid making the situation awkward.

Rtas decides for now this ship will be your home. Maybe he's needed a companion other than the usual crew to keep himself grounded anyways. You don't seem like you'll be bad company.

In fact, as time passes and he gets closer to his destination, you happen to prove yourself useful. You try to help him around his quarters. You immerse yourself in the tech of his ship. You even provide decent conversation.

From the information you provided him... Rtas doesn't think you have anywhere to go. You're thankful for his hospitality and speak to him as though he's a friend the more time you spend with him. Rtas would be lying if he said he wasn't attached to you by the time a port did come up.

When his ship landed for supplies and provided a rest from space travel Rtas noticed the look on your face. You looked genuinely upset that your time with him was over. Honestly, Rtas felt similar disappointment.

"Do you even know what you plan on doing after this?" Rtas asks you. You don't make eye contact.

"Not really, just gotta see where life takes me, yeah?" You give a bittersweet smile towards Rtas.

Rtas recalls how lonely travel was without you before. He remembers how you have nowhere you have to go. With some quick consideration... the Shipmaster gives you both an ultimatum.

"What if I gave you a role on my ship?" Rtas offers, watching you look at him with surprise.

"I'd be out of place, wouldn't I?" You ask, Rtas shakes his head and puts a clawed hand on your shoulder.

"No, you wouldn't. In fact... I enjoy your company much more than I'd like to admit. I can't bring myself to watch you go if you'll be all alone." Rtas explains, feeling his skin heat when he sees you smile.

"Then I'll take the offer, Shipmaster." You accept, happy you found yourself a new home.

[chancerv]

Things Dyne Is No Longer Allowed To Do On Infinity

INF-101 Directive SG217 was a United Nations Space Command Defense Force set of regulations issued by Spartan Commander Sarah Palmer, to be enacted specifically aboard the UNSC Infinity. Its purpose was to advise personnel on matters of interaction and protocol concerning one SPARTAN-G217. Its ruleset was subsequently dubbed the "Things Dyne Is No Longer Allowed To Do On Infinity."

ATTENTION ALL INFINITY PERSONNEL

The following is to be henceforth considered mandatory reading for all persons having any contact with Infinity Spartan Branch operatives or whose duties take them onto S-Deck. The following advisories must be reviewed regularly for frequent updates, at a rate of no less than one (1) time per month. Failure to abide by these regulations means any loss in materiel, lab equipment, or other supplies or belongings will be considered the reader's own fault, and will not receive no special priority for replacement or recompense unless critical.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

As of April 1st, 2557, Specialist SPARTAN-G217 is hereby prohibited from the following:

INF-101 Directive SG217-A: Procedural

Treat “shoot first, ask questions later” as Standard Operating Procedure.

Submit any requisitions in the same folders as vacation requests.

Load live rounds in vehicles reserved for War Games use.

Store remote disarmers in close proximity to remote detonators.

Make taunts to Brutes Grunts the enemy over TEAMCOM except when strategically valuable.

Question if the S-Deck commander has been democratically elected Form political parties for the purpose of running for election as S-deck commander Form political parties of any kind. See SG217-C-8.

Make the excuse “Galactic Daylight Savings Time” for reprogramming Spartan HUD mission timers to permanently display “13:37” or any other deviation from actual mission time.

“Superhero” is not an officially recognized rank in Spartan Branch nor the UNSC at large, and may not be used as an excuse to disregard chain of command.

Infinity’s Spartan Detachment Commander is Palmer, not Shepard, or “FemShep,” and her methods for dealing with unconventional situations are not “Renegade Interrupts.”

Use the Infinity PA system to read his own morning announcements. In fact, forbidding SPARTAN-G217 from using the PA system at all sounds like a pretty good idea.

Accessing any Chatternet site which uploads enough malware to make Roland ██████████ █████ ██████████ ever again.

Submit after-action reports containing “Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.”

Submit after-action reports containing any Latin, including idioms. Unless encountered Forerunner constructs really did speak to him in Latin.

Apply “artistic license” to decryption of any Forerunner artifacts or translation of enemy communications.

Take the “drop” in Pelican dropship literally.

Discuss the activities of ONI agents with their parents anyone below appropriate clearance level ANYONE.

Classify acquisitions of Infinity away teams as “Object Class Keter”.

Briefings have not been dumbed down, “fighting the Covenant at another Forerunner relic” is the mission parameter.

Infinity’s motto is “Audere Est Facere,” not,

“Per Audacia ad astra.”

“To boldly go.”

“Arms treaties can suck it!”

“Overcompensating for something.”

“Okay, but two Super MACs.”

“How many booster frames could this have bought?”

“Like, stupid OP.”

“Run it over, our shields can take it.”

“Throw more SPARTANs at it!”

“But can it do a Keyes Loop?”

“Yo dawg, I heard you like ships.”

20. Paint MJOLNIR chest plates of SPARTAN-IV personnel red.

21. Be allowed, under any circumstances, authority or privileges permitting SPARTAN-G217 to edit these regulations, especially to read "not prohibited from".

INF-101 Directive SG217-B: Conduct

Comment on tactical disagreements between Infinity’s Commanding Officer and Spartan Detachment Commander with “I hate when mom and dad fight.”

Comment on the casualty totals of the Human-Covenant War during conferences with Sangheili leaders.

Comment on the lack of military support the Sangheili are lending the UNSC in the same instances, especially under a minute apart from each other.

Comment on Chatternet sites. See SG217-C-8. At this point, comments in general should be subjected to a vetting process or kept to self.

Tell SPARTAN-IV personnel “Kids could do better.”

 Even if they could.

Mislead SPARTAN-IV personnel to believe SPARTAN-III augmentations include laser eyes.

Yell “abandon ship!” when Infinity’s Commanding Officer is announced going ashore.

Use “a childhood of military training, ruthless physical conditioning, and psychological indoctrination” to excuse fraternization with SPARTAN-G018.

Organize betting based on the outcomes of Spartan War Games simulation combat exercises.

Tamper with actively assigned MJOLNIR equipment to rig bets based on the outcomes of Spartan War Games simulation combat exercises.

Challenge the ship's AI to solve paradoxes.

Put orders from Infinity cafeteria ‘on his tab.’

Designate "team backup EOD technician".

Designate team positions by drawing straws.

Complain not enough operations are conducted against the Covenant “now that they're fun to fight again.”

Spartan Palmer's strategic decisions have nothing to do with the extreme-risk operations the SPARTAN-IIIs were trained for, stop asking.

Tell Spartan Ikari to "get in the fucking Mantis."

Challenge anyone to drinking contests until his twenty-first birthday on December 10th, 2560 (Military Calendar).

Insist rogue elements “did nothing wrong”.

Posit absurd conjecture such as “maybe the Flood were the Forerunners’ Forerunners” to Infinity xenoarchaeology or ONI REAP-X personnel.

Inform new personnel the only latrines are on the other end of the ship.

Inform new male personnel they might “have a shot” with Spartan Commander Palmer.

Inform new female personnel they might “have a shot” with Spartan Commander Palmer.

Inform Swords of Sanghelios liaisons they might “have a shot” with Spartan Commander Palmer.

Interact with any personnel still undergoing Infinity orientation.

INF-101 Directive S1139-C: Research and Development

Deconstruct MJOLNIR torso plates to use their nuclear reactors for any reason.

Develop olfactory anti-Jiralhanae countermeasures outside of airtight lab environments. Again.

Research any further enhancements to THERMOPYLAE-grade prosthetic implants for the purpose of “giving Kodiak kick-ass robot arms”.

Ever bring up the idea of chainsaw bayonets again. And chainsaw swords are right out.

GEN2-compatible updates of pre-existing MJOLNIR variants are not to be created “because all the new ones look stupid.”

Attach active camouflage generators to anything, including but not limited to: Warthog ignition keys, alarm clocks, COM pads, Infinity Science Lead's glasses.

SPARTAN-G217 is expressly forbidden from experimenting with antigravity plating for the purpose of replicating Type-54 RAVs with UNSC equipment, constructing recoilless gravity rifles, or any other technology regardless of speculated utility. Gravity technology should only be used to keep your feet on the deck.

Developing intra-ship social networking platforms as social experiments, nor to provoke political discussion on any such platform. The resulting drops in performance efficiency are unacceptable.

While the M274-M is awesome, all work on the "Gun-snowboard" is to cease immediately.

Neither Infinity’s holographic imaging suites nor the War Games simulation chamber are “holodecks” and are not to be used to recreate sequences from any film, series, and especially not Chatternet videos deemed ‘viral’. How many cats were in the latter has no bearing on this decision.

Suggest alternate forms of ammunition for the MAC guns including Mantises, himself, or “a giant metal ball with spikes on it.”

Attempt construction of any ramp or vehicle launch mechanism aboard Infinity. Again. Yes, it was awesome. No, it doesn’t excuse the collateral damage.

Happy April Fools Day, from the Halo Fanon Wiki.

[love-beyond-space-war]

hey if you feel up to it could you do one about Jega? one where there's no mention of his death, he acts increasingly sweeter towards the reader, isn't too violent, and is protective? if not thats completely fine!

I assume this was meant to be a short story but I decided to try and experiment with those kinds of fics that's like a hybrid of HCs and a short story so I can experiment with a plot for this :0 Sorry if this is what you wanted and it took too long, still trying to get back into the swing of my side blog.

I kept the pairing general, I hope it all came out okay!

Jega 'Rdomnai being protective/caring of Reader

(HCs and Story Segments - Halo Infinite AU)

Synopsis/Summary: HCs and mini interactions/story pieces of Jega 'Rdomnai showing softer behavior towards reader and ways if could work.

Content Warning: Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character pairing, Romantic/Platonic pairing, OOC Jega 'Rdomnai at times (Normally a sadistic character), Canon typical violence/death, Sangheili/Sangheili pairing mentioned, Human/Sangheili pairing mentioned, Dark themes mentioned, Mature language.

Jega is a Sangheili that joined the Banished due to his cybernetics.

He is also much more bloodthirsty than most Sangheili, even befriending Escharum despite the animosity between their species.

He is part of The Hands of Atriox and is a Spartan Killer.

Many fear him and his sadistic tendencies during his hunts.

He's killed many humans and is merciless to enemies.

Which is why the concept of him being softer towards anyone is foreign.

No one really expects Jega to have any sort of soft side.

He's a cold killer... for the most part.

In terms of how reader could meet them, here's some ways I think you could be compatible.

You'd have to be part of the Banished, be you taken in as a prisoner before joining or joining willingly.

Jega's affections towards you would be quicker if you were Sangheili as well, both betrayed and abandoned by your kind.

When you first met Jega it was a relatively cold greeting. Both of you haven't had the best interactions with your own kind. However, The Banished promised to give you a fresh start to make your own life.

Most of the time you two ignored each other. He was often off hunting the UNSC while you had your own duties. Yet you hoped the relatively cold interactions wouldn't last long.

After all, part of you felt intrigue towards the Sangheili, despite his Cybernetics.

Maybe he even felt similar to you and just did not show if as of yet, instead opting to walk by you with a passive glance.

If you're a human, another option I enjoy the thought of, Jega would take longer.

Even though you're part of The Banished for your own reasons, he still sees you as one of the many weak humans in this world.

However, part of him may feel particularly fond of you despite the opinions he expresses.

Humans are indeed part of the Banished. Be it soldiers no longer willing to be loyal to the UNSC or humans who were willing to make business, everyone had their reasons. Reasons they did not have to share if they did not wish to.

All that really mattered was you were Banished now and you worked with the group loyally.

When it came to Jega you tended to stay away most of the time. He's known for killing humans and you'd rather not piss him off. Any sort of proximity to Jega was usually met with you shuffling away and nodding at him to pass by from a distance.

Despite this the Sangheili often passed by you during work. You thought it was because he didn't trust you. Yet it was so often it did make you wonder if he had other intentions.

After all, if he hated you, why would he come by so often?

Either way, Jega would be someone who's slow to show anything other than stoic emotions and sadistic violence.

Unlike Chak 'Lok, Jega isn't as polite as The Tower's torturer.

He thrives off the suffering of others, so when it comes to you he isn't used to being so... close?

His companionship towards you is definitely slow to occur.

It takes some interaction between you two, maybe even some favors, in order to grow close.

He finds it understandable that he'd want to be close with a Sangheili, but a human puzzles him.

Why does he want to be close to the very prey he kills?

For some reason... when you aid him as a member of The Banished regardless on your species, he finds companionship towards you.

It's like how he felt with his fellow brothers before he was tossed out of his entire society.

He finds comfort in you despite the bloodshed he reigns in.

Just maybe... you're someone he should keep an eye on?

Jega wasn't sure why he felt such a... fondness towards you. It wasn't quite like how he felt towards Escharum. With the Jiralhanae he felt something more like a brotherhood relationship.

When it came to you he felt more... calm? He felt something that he hasn't felt towards anyone in what felt like forever. It was only when he met you that he felt such a way.

Jega decides to make a silent promise to himself to check in with you more often. Maybe if he becomes a closer member with you he'll find why you make him this way.

He just hopes Escharum will allow him to explore such a curiosity.

Once Jega catches wind of his own affections to towards you he would definitely be one to scope out why.

He doesn't want it conflicting with his duty so he spends free time hunting you down to look into this interest of his.

As expected, someone of his infamy has trouble connecting with you.

Part of you expresses that you're impressed, however if you're human you certainly express more discomfort.

He tries his best to listen to conversation that you bring up, finding himself listening closer than he thought when you bring up pieces of your backstory.

He appears hesitant to speak about his own but eventually he'll share pieces of how he got here.

Honestly through conversations, favors, and time... you could probably unlock some sort of softness in Jega when you're alone?

Jega isn't going to be the type who is overly affectionate or anything like that, most Sangheili just aren't.

He shows his care for you in subtle ways.

You notice his tone is less gruff and he eases it to be softer around you.

To you it appears he cares, but it's subtle enough others don't really notice.

Or if they do, Jega threatens them to keep quiet.

He's still violent, it isn't going to change, but never towards you.

In fact he's more protective and loyal towards you, similar to Escharum but softer.

His protective tendencies over you are done out of respect.

He knows you can fight if you're a Sangheili, yet will stick beside you just to make sure you do come out fine.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here, Spartan Killer." You comment when the infamous Sangheili materializes out of his camo beside you.

"I was called here." Jega answers simply, following you as you continue your patrol.

"Really? Last I knew someone of your skill is never called for patrols." You say back, a teasing bite in your tone.

"... seen anything?" Jega answers simply.

"No, if I needed back up I'd call for it." You slowly turn to him. "However... I don't mind the company, since you're so free."

Jega says nothing else and cloaks beside you in silence until he's called to slaughter another demon.

When it comes to if you're a human he appears to stick around more.

Fear is not in Jega's vocabulary, he just feels if your base is attacked you'll need a strong warrior to help.

You're both Banished partners after all, regardless of species.

"I want you to hide." Jega's order is demanding, a warning.

"Aren't I supposed to fight, Jega? For the sake of The Banished?" You ask, hiding the fear in your gut.

"And get yourself killed? Stay out of this. That's an order." Jega growls, shoving you out of sight.

Jega doesn't care if you're an ex-spartan, far as he knows he's going to treat you like a weak human. You've managed to make an impression on him and he isn't going to lose you to something stupid. He doesn't care if others look at him in disgust or amusement...

If you're alive and under his protection, he can rest easy.

He makes a mental note to see Escharum about moving you to somewhere more secure.

The most I can see Jega being when it comes to affectionate is him rewarding you with his protection and companionship.

He could see you as simply another Banished ally he's close with, or something much more.

He's already been cast out from his species by using forbidden cybernetics, he's already befriended Jiralhanae, at this point he does what he likes.

If he wants to dedicate himself to protecting you and caring for you, he will.

Jega cares and maybe even feels love towards you in his own way.

He may not be very affectionate or "loving" in the "traditional" sense.

But there is certainly a sense of care there when it comes to you.

"I used to be intimidated by you." You say softly towards the taller Sangheili.

"You're not now?" Jega scoffs.

"Don't get me wrong, you're infamous and terrifying at times. But between me and you... I feel safe." You go on with a slight laugh. Jega listens softly, eyes flicking to you.

"What are you implying?"

"I'm saying... I care about you, from one Banished to another." You finish, leaning against a wall. Jega soaks in your words before nodding softly, checking to see if you're still in private.

"... I can say the same." Jega admits. "You provide a sense of comfort no one else can. For that, I thank you."

You shine him a small smile.

"That's a first. I hope we can keep such a thing going?" You ask in a hopeful tone.

"Don't let it get to your head..." The Sangheili grunts before softening his tone. "... but I think the same."

[love-beyond-space-war]

Interested in a Jega ‘Rdomnai scenario with a Spartan reader that defected from the UNSC.

Oh sure! So for this you're in The Banished and there's tension between you and Jega for... reasons at first. Along with moral conflict.

Edit: Sorry if the plot wasn't coherent or something, that's how the story ended up flowing.

Loyalty for Survival

Jega 'Rdomnai x Defected Spartan! Reader

Synopsis: In order to survive sometimes you have to change your allegiance. Despite you now being part of The Banished, Jega has his own suspicions about you.

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing (Dubious), Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Trust issues mentioned, Canon typical violence, Death, Guilt, Dark themes, Sad themes.

Ever since the remains of the UNSC crashed onto Zeta Halo, humanity has been rather mixed when it comes to beliefs. Some stayed loyal to the UNSC. Some sided with the Banished that occupied here. Some stayed away from either party.

You? You used to be a newer Spartan fighting for the UNSC. However, as you watched your friends die around you, you realized you needed other means to survive. So you became a mercenary.

Becoming a mercenary soon got you into Banished territory. Despite you being a human Spartan, a potential enemy, you were hired into their forces. The change being finalized once your armor color was swapped to the brutal red The Banished often used.

Despite your loyalty now being towards Escharum, The Hand of Atriox and the Banished as a whole, not everyone trusted you. Spartans weren't known to abandon their cause to other members thought this was all a ploy. To solve such an issue they assigned someone to watch you.

Jega 'Rdomnai, the Spartan Killer himself, was sent to watch you. Even to Jega he was baffled a Spartan joined their ranks. Despite this he tried to trust Escharum's word.

You were not blind to being watched. Jega may use cloaking technology but you always assumed he was somewhere around you. He was there to cut you down if you showed sign of betrayal.

You didn't complain, mercenaries aren't the most trustworthy individuals. Some Banished aren't, either.

Jega was usually quiet more often than not. If he wasn't watching you then he sent other troops to do so. Said troops you often talked to as if they were buddies as you oversaw certain Banished functions.

Talking with Jega was usually brief. There's times he'd check in and ask what you did that day. He felt accusing at times but you brushed things off.

What did make you uncomfortable was when Jega prodded at your origins. He asked how well you performed, he asked if you had Spartan brothers/sisters you were close with, he asked if you were close with "The Master Chief".

Jega had a tendency to prod at you and you never told him much. You didn't like thinking of your past. You didn't like thinking of what your friends would say if they knew you left the UNSC for the enemy.

It just... hurt a bit too much to talk about.

Your silence often frustrated Jega but he gave up if you showed enough hostility. It just wasn't worth it. Plus, he didn't need Escharum hearing about him antagonizing you for being a Spartan.

The tough and brutal thing about being a mercenary was the jobs. As expected, you were often sent to hunt down UNSC camps and targets. The more missions you did, the more The Banished trusted you.

Which meant Jega backed off more than normal.

The Sangheili became less antagonistic and mor casual. After all, he's seen what you can do himself. You've killed marines and many other UNSC personnel for The Banished.

In fact you're starting to become infamous around UNSC camps.

Tales of the rogue spartan echoed across Zeta Halo. Jega admitted he was impressed if not a bit intrigued. Did you care for yourself more than your own kind? Maybe your kind cast you out just as his did?

This was what drove him to ask questions. He wonders how you feel at the thought of having human blood on your hands. He wonders if you find the hunt thrilling... or disheartening.

Your shared infamy was what brought Jega closer to you as some sort of companion. While he used to just be some sort of enforcer for you, now you often turned to him for chat. Two killers... bonding over what they do.

As much as you've hate what you've done... Jega has ironically become the closest companion you have.

"Do you ever feel guilt?" Jega asks you. "Or that maybe this was a coward's way out?"

"What are you saying?" You try to avoid the question, looking at a data pad absent-mindedly.

"You kill those you were meant to protect." Jega elaborates. "Do you find it thrilling or saddening?"

"It's a job. I try not to think too hard about it." You comment blankly.

"Do you ever regret it?"

Your jaw tenses.

"... sometimes." You admit. "But here is much better than suffering out there."

The Sangheili laughs softly, pulling down your data pad.

"For a Spartan you intrigue me." Jega admits, pushing the pad aside. "You use your skills as a warrior for your own benefit. I'm actually pleased that I haven't had to kill you, if not a little disappointed to be on the receiving end of your skills."

"No one said we can't train together." You bring up, Jega humming in response.

"You've managed to prove yourself here, it's respectable. You're quite the hunter." Jega praises.

"Does that mean Escharum will no longer have you watching me?" You ask, changing the subject away from the slaughter of your species by your hand. The past is in the past... you belong to The Banished now.

"That eager to get rid of me?" Jega asks.

"Nah, if anything I'll miss you." You admit, the Sangheili watching you closely.

"Grown attached? How ironic." Jega snorts while you fully turn yourself towards him.

"Admittedly it's ironic since you kill those like me." You agree. "But you really are the closest to me out of anyone here."

"You tell me this... why?" Jega questions.

"Just thought you'd like to know I wouldn't mind fighting by your side. After all, I'm one with The Banished now. This is the only company I need." You offer. Jega looks at you with even more interest.

"You're saying you'd hunt a spartan, one of your own, if it meant you'd help me?" Jega pushes. You nod.

"You mean that much to me."

"You prefer me more than any other human."

"To keep it simple and brief, yes." You confirm as Jega steps closer.

"That's quite a claim..." Jega hums in consideration, standing beside you. "Would you be willing to confirm such loyalty?"

"Whenever you wish." You admit, hiding the sadness in your tone.

"I'll run what you said by Escharum." Jega promises. "I look forward to making you my partner, rogue spartan."

Jega cloaks out of sight, leaving you alone. You will admit the idea of betraying your own species still hurts. That's something you'll never get over....

Yet there's no turning back now, right? Not when you've found somewhere else to call home.

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Could you do headcanons or a story scenario for Thel'Vadam in halo 5 who falls in love with a marine after they were stationed on Sanghelios? (They're short and kind too lol)

I actually haven't done HCs on this blog yet... so let me try :)

Thel 'Vadam (Halo 5) with Short! Marine! Reader HCs

Synopsis: Just an imagine/HCs about Halo 5! Thel with a Human! Marine! Reader as his mate/partner.

Content Warning: Romantic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader, Gender-Neutral/Male Pairing, Human/Sangheili Pairing, Intimacy implied yet never described, Vague political themes

Despite the hesitance and hostility of some Sangheili factions on Sanghelios, for the most part Sangheili and humans get along.

Although the pairing between humans and Sangheili has still yet to be explored throughout the years.

Many Sangheili are actually nervous to admit they've fallen for humans in the past since the alliance.

Thel never thought too much about pairings.

He has his job as leader to tend to and he felt he couldn't get caught up in romantic feelings for the longest time.

The Arbiter expressed no desire for a Sangheili partner, let alone a human one... which, again, was a very new concept in Sangheili culture.

Humans were stationed on Sanghelios to provide aid for the civil war between Sangheili factions.

While Spartans were primarily the chosen troop, Marines accompanied them.

Newer Spartans and your average human already are dwarfed by the average Sangheili.

By Sangheili terms, Thel considers you short anyways.

Despite Marines being considered weaker, Thel also holds respect for your bravery and merciful nature.

Thel falling for a human would take time even in this new age.

Thel starts by holding respect for you, seeing you duel and train with your fellow humans or even a Sangheili at times.

You're honorable in the way you fight and don't tend to play dirty.

Thel has always held respect for your species ever since getting to know Master Chief.

Thel would not be desperate to court you, first he starts by forming a connection with you.

He'd find it odd if you expressed a crush on him first, yet allows it.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he admits that he too is curious on how a pairing would work with another species....

There's a good chance you may fall for him first due to your respect for him working with Master Chief.

That or you're just into aliens and their culture.

Thel just holds respect for you, although when you start showing signs of courtship he grows increasingly interested.

Let's be reasonable, there's a huge culture gap.

Not only that but Thel realizes humans don't live as long as his species.

It's a possible pairing but it takes some getting used to.

Thel wasn't expecting to fall for a human until you attempted to court him.

It takes the Sangheili Arbiter by surprise.

You work alongside him, offering to aid him.

You trust him as your higher up and show a loyalty he respects.

You even compliment his successes.

Thel doesn't think much of it until he realizes what you may be trying to do.

He's heard of Sangheili falling for humans... but not humans falling for Sangheili.

He's not as put off by it as he thought he would be.

In fact... it sounds interesting.

It would be a controversial pairing if he gave into your advances, although he could always try to keep it secret.

Thel would be loyal and caring towards his partner.

Even if you confess to him and he accepts, or he acknowledges your feelings first and gives you a chance, he doesn't care how it starts.

Thel wants to make his partner strong.

If you become Thel's partner, or mate in more primitive terms, Thel trains you to be capable.

You're small... a trait which both worries Thel yet he also finds it endearing.

Despite your size he is sure you can defend yourself in battle.

Even more so when he begins private training, teaching you the art of Sangheili combat.

Thel also likes the idea of holding his human partner.

When he embraces you he completely engulfs you.

You're so small but fit in his lap when he holds you.

Thel also takes time to teach you about his culture.

After all, if a human is going to live on his homeworld then they should know how to act among his people.

The relationship would be secret at first.

In private, Thel learns just how you and your people work.

Thel likes to listen about what humans do for their partners.

In exchange, you listen to him and what his partners do.

It takes times but eventually you and Thel come up with ways of courting and displaying affection between your species.

Breeding successfully is not possible between the both of you, regardless of gender, but pleasure is possible.

Thel struggles with the idea of kissing, due to the different mouth shapes.

Although he likes it when you kiss his skin and he lays his head against yours.

Each embrace feels warm and comforting.

Your smaller touch against his tough yet scarred skin feels euphoric to him.

You and Thel share a deep connection despite your differences.

He really does love you like he would a Sangheili partner, yet he isn't all that rough with you.

He'd also be protective as he knows humans like you are weaker.

Not overly protective, just concerned for your safety.

Dates are a new concept for both of you.

Thel likes to speak of dueling while you mention calmer forms of showing compassion.

Eventually Thel may announce your pairing.

The decision is controversial, like a lot of Thel's beliefs, but he is supported nonetheless.

Some of his Sangheili actually admit they have human partners of their own.

Some are curious... some are turned off by the idea.

Despite the division, this is yet another change brought to Sangheili culture.

The controversy does not deter either of you... as you both love each other deeply.

Thel even mentions the idea of marriage traditions to you in private after the announcment.

Your relationship begins a new age to his and your culture.

Safe to say when human forces are pulled from Sanghelios...

Some humans may actually stay behind, all because of the bond between you and Thel.

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(Anon who asked about Halo 5 thel) Or Thel'vadam from halo 2 who captured the marine at first before teaming up with the humans . It's up to you!

Why not both? We need more Thel content, lol! Hope this is good for you :) Sorry for the wait!

Thel 'Vadam (Halo 2/3) with Marine! Reader HCs

Synopsis: HCs of Halo 2/3! Thel 'Vadam capturing a Marine! Reader that begins before his alliance with Master Chief and transitions to what happens afterwards.

Content Warning: Romantic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader, Gender-Neutral/Male Pairing, Sangheili/Human, Kidnapping, Angst at the start, Religious themes, Canon typical violence, Mass death mentioned, Very brief mating habit mention for Sangheili but it's not graphic or anything.

Around the time of Halo 2, Thel is still fiercely loyal to The Prophet's Great Journey.

He's obsessed with the idea of proving himself again after his failures.

He has been stripped of his rank and branded a failure....

Sangheili value honor in their culture.

Disappointing The Prophets affects him deeply.

Your capture was most likely for information.

Thel's killed countless humans, you'd also be easy to kill.

Yet humans are also important in the activation of holy artifacts.

The Arbiter was sent through many suicide missions when he was still devout to the Covenant.

It would be hard to impress him in this current state due to you being UNSC and him being part of the Covenant.

In fact, your first meeting may actually be an attempt to kill each other.

Romantic feelings are hard to form if we're talking about Thel during Halo 2.

It would have to start fully developing near the end of Halo 2 when he leaves The Prophets.

However, things would start like this....

On a mission of his he finds you and pulls you from the group.

You're fierce and try to kill him.

Thel respects this fighting spirit of yours yet he still needs to kill you.

... but he can't.

Instead he knocks you out cold but doesn't give the killing blow.

His fellow Sangheili don't understand why their Arbiter is hesitating.

This is when Thel turns around with a proposal.

"We can use this one for information."

They want to question him but he ignores it, slinging your smaller body over his shoulder before heading to a Phantom.

I can imagine any sort of attraction he'd have to you is slow.

He keeps you as a prisoner meant to follow him around until he has a use for you.

Marines are much weaker than Spartans, this much he's noticed.

However he does respect the fight you give despite your disadvantages.

His attraction towards you starts as minimal respect.

You're still on opposite sides and different species, but he holds at least a little bit of intrigue towards you.

I imagine the interactions you have are often stilted and awkward.

Questions and threats are often thrown around, he often grows annoyed and sometimes you even show fear.

I feel things would become easier as Thel starts learning the truth.

Awkward conversations through a plasma cell soon become longer.

You're desperate for communication even if it's with your captor.

You don't give information about the UNSC, but you do offer small parts of your past.

You try asking about him but he often avoids the question.

He doesn't understand why you keep trying to be so friendly despite your situation.

Humans are capable of being cunning creatures, though....

Thel doesn't give into longer conversations at first.

Soon as he begins to stray from The Prophets during The Great Schism he relents.

As a result he begins to take a liking to you.

You are an interesting human to talk to, putting up bravery when encountering the enemy.

Most Marines just die by his blade.

But he likes this one.

Thel doesn't show signs of romantic attraction until much later.

When you're still a prisoner he sees you as a fellow fighter.

To show his respect towards you he defends you with his life.

The Flood, The Covenant, even his own soldiers won't lay a hand on you.

He's protective of you, which is the start of his feelings towards you.

Thel lets you go from being a prisoner when he decides to side with the humans.

He knows no apology will make you forgive him, but he tells you that you helped him see past the lies of The Prophets.

He wants to leave you alone but you still seem to stick around him.

The start was horrible... but now you still want to fight alongside him.

It's the least you can do for him being so merciful.

Thel would need time to ponder the idea of a relationship with a human.

The idea is so foreign, especially since he's slaughtered so many of them.

The two humans he's closest to has been Master Chief and you.

In fact, he's probably been more acquainted with you longer due to the whole prisoner thing.

Safe to say he cares for you because of that.

Even when the events of Halo 3 begin to unfold, you're still right there with him.

He wonders if you cling to him for protection?

Or do you really have that much respect for him, even after everything?

Seeing you beside him like a loyal companion does make him think... strange thoughts.

He doesn't see you as just a human anymore.

In fact, you're quite the marine, he wonders if you'll move up your ranks.

Thel most likely is not the first to confess.

Everyone sees you two around each other so there's certainly rumors.

Said rumors make Thel snap at whoever spreads them, but he does consider it.

Maybe you do like him in such a way... as foreign as that sounds.

You would most likely be the one to confess, which leaves Thel a bit stunned.

I imagine since he cares for the fact you stuck by him despite the circumstances, he gives it a shot.

You've proven yourself to be a skilled and loyal warrior despite your rank.

It's surprising to everyone that Thel has taken a Marine as a mate.

Thel does not care for their words.

You two have seen hell with each other, he's even dragged you into it.

The least he can do is stick by you.

Affection is different due to your cultures but he tries.

He embraces you like a human but duels for you like a Sangheili would for their mate.

He loves the abuse the height difference, towering over you only to pick you up.

Your relationship could not be sexual in nature, it would most likely be emotional.

This is because mating behaviors are so different.

I imagine kissing would be strange too.

You'd probably be the one to kiss his face or something.

Thel is defensive of your relationship.

If anyone questions it he shuts them down.

You and him are intertwined by this point.

He'd fight anything if it meant defending you.

Meanwhile you'd happily fight by his side.