#The Master Chief x Reader

[morganas-pendragons]

the night will be over soon | the master chief

I have used this title before. Don't judge me. And I also remember approximately none of Halo Four, so forgive me if some of the nods to that in this are not accurate LOL

Anyway, this is for @empresskadia -- the whole plot is entirely her idea. I just saw it and went ''oh I could kill writing this'' so here I am! hurt/comfort incoming! I just changed a tiny bit of this to match the overall idea I was going for here.

@embarrassedauthornerd @lialacleaf

***

Things are out of focus. Blurry. Hard to remember. The only things that John can recall are the hue of Cortana outside the pod, the cold, and the darkness.

And your screaming. It was the last thing he recalled when The Arbiter pulled you towards him - a silent request from The Master Chief to keep you safe that he somehow understood - as The Forward Unto Dawn split in two.

It's been four years. John is very accustomed to it now. The dark, the cold, the dreams. At least the dreams are pleasant.

Your reality, however? Not so much.

They start you off with the augmentations. You can barely believe you've made it here, conscripted to be a Spartan Four.

You hadn't even met the majority of Blue Team until they'd intercepted you on The Infinity not long after you had been brought aboard. Kelly knew who you were almost immediately upon reading your file. Blue hadn't even met you yet. She'd heard rumors about your involvement with the Chief, and due to intimately knowing John's heart, she'd taken it upon herself to be your silent guardian.

John had lost enough. He didn't need to lose the one person he genuinely loved.

"You think this is the one?"

"Oh yeah," Kelly and Fred looked upon the digital file of your face in the debrief room of the Infinity. All of the data in your file pointed to you being heavily involved with The Master Chief and the Arbiter during the Human Covenant War. "That's them."

Lasky had been the one to convince you to stay. You were content to just.. disappear. It would've been easier to deal with John being gone if you just went away inside.

Dreams were more pleasant than reality. And they most often reared their ugly head when you were in the midst of the augmentations.

You remember many a night that Cortana had drawn you to his quarters when he was in the throes of a nightmare. It was fortunate you were a light sleeper anyway, because the only way you knew it was her was the incessant beeping and your door to your own quarters suddenly opening without anyone on the other side.

"Cortana?"

Nothing. You slowly got out of bed and followed the blue lights that illuminated the darkened hallway until they stopped to blink repeatedly at John's door. You paused. He was still always so hesitant to be vulnerable around you. John was not a man of words, but often actions, and being able to spill his raw and aching heart onto the floors of his bedroom is.. incomprehensible. He doesn't think himself capable of it.

You'd never forget how he looked there. Bathed in moonlight, head in his hands, desperately trying to control his uneven breathing and racing heart.

You silently approached from the doorway, settling down on your knees in front of him to take his hands into your own. You knew better than to believe he wasn't aware of your presence from the moment you'd come to the door.

Hands at your lips, you kiss each of The Master Chief's scarred knuckles, your eyes never leaving his. There's an echo of a song lingering in the humming that follows. It's familiar. Comforting. He hadn't known you could sing.

The softness there in your eyes - the humanity, something that you had been reminding him that he was capable of - was what made it just a little bit easier for John to breathe.

And brought the whole world back into focus.

***

They augment you. You become accustomed to the sound of your own screaming. You become accustomed to pain, and fear, and a deeply rooted desire to do for others what John had been doing for you for so long.

You ache for being protected. You ache for the solace of John, of his arms, of being home again. But home had disappeared four years ago. There was no going back to it.

Being a Spartan obligated you to be complacent in a world of bloodshed and war.

so much for keeping that humanity.

You familiarize yourself with the trigger. Grow used to pulling it, grow used to taking orders, grow used to excelling and succeeding. You struggle at first. They tell you that you aren't built for this. You know you aren't.

You push yourself harder. For John. To honor him.

However, little known to you, you're being watched by three guardian angels. The entirety of Blue Team has taken it upon themselves to ensure your safety. It's their way of honoring their fallen brother.

The last thing you're expecting is for them to approach you. It's well into the night, and you're running sims for the fourth hour in a row when it suddenly shuts down and you find yourself face to face with three Spartan Two's.

You jump to stand at attention. "Sir! Ma'am!"

All three remove their helmets and flash identical looks. They almost look like they're scolding you. "You don't need to salute. Not us. We're not the Chief," The male remarks playfully. "But you know that, don't you?"

"Everyone knows who you are." You reply as you point at each of them. "Fred-104, Kelly-087, and Linda-058. You're legends. What on Earth do you want with me?"

"It's not what we want," Linda interjected. "It's what you've given. We know."

Every cell of your body froze. You struggled to swallow as your blood ran cold, the memory of John's hands in your own and his lips at the crown of your head flashing at the forefront of your memory. Such a precious thing.. memories. They often make their way into your dreams.

"What do you want?" You repeated.

"We don't think John is dead. And since we don't think that, we've taken it upon ourselves to succeed in our self-appointed mission." Fred pointed a single finger at you. "Keeping you safe. Training you to be the best of the new Spartans, because we want you to be able to survive our world so you can see John again."

***

Time passed, and you left with Blue until you were called back to the Infinity. That was Fred's doing. Lasky had approved the transfer almost immediately. You found camaraderie with them. A unit.

And they did exactly what they said they would: Protected you, trained you to learn how to adapt to their world. You got good at it.

The better you got at being a Spartan, the more of your humanity you had to lose.

No one told you when John came back. No one told you when he came back, and Cortana came back, and it felt like all the air was sucked right from your lungs when Del Rio ordered you into the bridge and you found yourself staring at them both.

The memory of a night bathed in moonlight flashed before your eyes once again as you lifted your visor to meet the gold one across from you. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, and all words escape you, but you can't bring yourself to look away from him.

"Master Chief," You say as firmly as possible. John is your superior officer, after all. "It is good to see you, sir."

He's beautiful. Beautiful, and here, and alive.

***

Cortana had to remind him three times that it wasn't a dream. That you were standing in front of him in Spartan armor, and that the person he'd left behind all those years ago was most definitely not the same one he was looking at now.

When you removed your helmet, his heart sank. There was a new scar on your face. Your eyes were hardened as you stood at attention for Lasky and Del Rio. What had you seen? What had you been through?

"Master Chief? We have a mission for you."

Why hadn't he been there to protect you from it?

***

Gone.

She's gone.

He trudges back to the Infinity with a heavy step and an even heavier heart after The Didact is defeated. There is nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, so The Master Chief finds himself in front of the windows overlooking the planet.

It's not the planet he's paying attention to. It's the moon.

"Chief."

Nothing. He should be paying attention because he's still required to be a soldier, but The Master Chief is very far away.

And it's usually you who ends up bringing him back.

"John." The desperate, quiet nature of the voice pleading with him to come back is what drew The Master Chief from his reverie. He's still in his armor, and the armor is the most protection he's had in four years, but the thought of being able to find sanctuary with you again is what caused him to turn around. You reached out with a waiting hand. "The night cycle will be over eventually. C'mon."

He allowed himself to be led into the darkness of your quarters aboard The Infinity. The moment that you both recognize that you're alone, you turn toward John and hesitantly reach your hands upward. He knows what this means. The two of you used to do this quite often.

John tipped his head forward, at your mercy, and allowed you to remove his helmet. Part of him was nervous that you would no longer want him the same way. That he was damaged goods.

But that hardened look he'd seen on the bridge is gone now, replaced by a gentle reverence illuminated by the moon outside as you whisper, "There you are. My Master Chief."

***

You can see the despair in his eyes the longer he traced the scars you'd obtained. John lay at your side, a singular finger tracing across your shoulder blades where the largest of the augmentation scars was.

"I should've been here. You should've never had to endure this." John confessed quietly. You didn't respond. Just the fact he was speaking his own thoughts out into the open was enough to keep you silent. His wounds are fresh. On display. With Cortana gone, and your own suffering he had not kept you from, you could tell that he blamed himself for all that had happened.

You shivered as his fingers traced the line of your hip before coming up to cup your jaw, turning your head toward him. He seemed to be most devastated about the scar on your face.

"Do you..." You swallowed the knot in your throat and leaned into the warmth of his palm. "Do you want me to tell you?"

There's a lot to tell him. A lot that you're hesitant to tell him because he carried his own demons and his own regrets and shortcomings like it was his own personal cross to bear.

So you tell him something better instead.

"I met Blue," You slide down the bed and tuck your head under his chin, wrapping both arms around his frame. "They ended up being my silent guardians for those first few years. Said they wanted to honor you by protecting me. Ended up being the primary ones who trained me" You laugh softly. "Maybe that's why I've made such a good Spartan."

Little known to you, one of the first things John had done upon returning to The Infinity was request your transfer to Blue Team. He hadn't anticipated that Kelly, Fred and Linda would find you first, much less train you.

He never wanted you to be like him. To be a soldier, to be a machine. You were too good for that. Too soft. Too human.

This wasn't what you were meant for.

Enveloped in your arms, The Master Chief slowly rubs circles into the base of your neck as your body falls limp in his embrace. He's humming something low under his breath. A song he'd forgotten he'd ever heard. It sounded like it was a memory.

Or maybe a dream.

Never mind the darkness

Never mind the storm

Never mind the blood red moon

The night will be over soon....

Hopefully your dreams are less tainted with red then his are.

[constxntine]

love what you write about Master Chief, every time I search for something about him and reader I don't find much but what I find is food for me since there isn't much about Halo, I love how you write John x reader and I was wondering if you could write something a little smutty and fluff, maybe where they are having an intimate moment and there is very soft and cute aftercare, telling anecdotes or memories and laughing together. I am always aware when it comes to master chief x reader so I can assure you that I will be there in every master chief x reader post, if you are not comfortable writing this I understand but if you post more please tag me! I know I will love it 💕

OOOOOH MY DAYS, MY FIRST REQUEST 😍

Thank you so much for taking the time to read them! I know it’s not amazing, but I truly appreciate how everyone likes the one-shots.

Of course, I will write something for you! Let’s make it extra fluff for our baby girl John.

I hope you like it!

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Master Chief! X female! Reader

Warnings: 18+ (do not interact if you’re under the age of consent.) Smut, unprotected sex, -wrap it before you tap it darlings- p in v , Creampie, cheesy fluff, and cringe-worthy moments.

Word count: 1,236

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There were times when John wondered if he was worthy of love. If he could have someone to call his own. At first, he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that anyone would ever love him the way he is.

Covered in scars, has enough PTSD to keep his sleep away, and doesn’t forget that he’s a hero and cannot leave and live his own life. Forever trapped in a loop of war and death.

Of course, that changed when he met you.

At first, he was a little weary, you were a marine who usually worked in shifts. But after a breakthrough from the Covenant you fought till the end. Even when everyone stayed down you got up with your last might. The Arbiter nearly killed John when you suddenly came and kept shooting to distract him. You nearly lost your life, but because of your bravery, Master Chief was able to save you and Reach.

It was then that John saw how remarkable you are. Your stubbornness made him laugh and despite your jokes being horrible, he couldn’t contain the smile that reached his eyes. The both of you started to develop a friendship, that slowly became love and later on a marriage proposal.

John is on one knee with shaky hands and fear in his eyes.

And still, after all those years, John truly felt blessed to have you in his life.

The both of you are in bed, it’s midnight on Reach but that doesn’t stop the both of you from giggling and laughing.

Fat tears roll down your cheeks from one particular moment.

“Can’t believe your father let me live,” John says and you laugh even harder, holding his biceps as he leans over you. “You should see your face. There was actual fear in your eyes.” You giggled and John’s eyes widened with a fake gasp piecing his mouth.

“Because I thought you called for me and so did your father, Y/N!”

You place your hand over your mouth to stop the noise coming from it, but your shoulders move making him roll his eyes.

“If you ever call me daddy in front of your father again I will shoot myself.”

The first time your father and John met it was a little tense in the room. Your father is not used to having boyfriends over and John is most certainly not used to meeting his girlfriend’s father. But instead of calling your father or John you said daddy and the both of them turned their heads to you. When the both of them realized what the other did, the room was filled with shouting, laughing, and swearing.

“My dad loves you.”

“Yeah, when I’m six feet under.”

John mutters but you still pick it up and giggle.

You watch John with fondness. It’s been five years together and still, it feels amazing. Waking up next to him with his arms wrapped around you made you never feel so safe and loved as it does with John.

You took his face in your hand to pull him closer, his green eyes watching you with the same love you feel for him.

“I love you.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes focusing on your lips and back to your eyes.

“I love you more.”

He kisses you with passion. The fierceness of it takes your breath away. You moan against his lips, his tongue darting out and pulling you in deeper as his hands reach down to caress your naked skin.

Goosebumps leave a trial where his hands have been. He cups your breast in one hand and leaves your lips to press soft kisses on your neck. The tension building in your body only increases, creating a sensation that only wets your pussy.

Your hands roam his back, kissing the underside of his jaw until he’s fully on top of you, his cock nestled between your legs.

You moan again when your slickness is smeared on his tip, and John grunts when you open your legs for him to give him more space.

“Please, John. I need— ooh..”

He hushes you with gentle kisses on the side of your mouth. Knowing exactly what you needed.

“I know, beloved. Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.”

And he did.

He caressed your body, spreading your legs until your pussy is bared for him. “Fuck, Y/N. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? So pretty for me.”

He lined his cock at your entrance and slowly entered you with a hiss.

His eyes are on you as he moves, his hands moving around your body and coming close so he can kiss you again. The love and affection only grow stronger as the both of you move faster until you feel an orgasm shattering your mind. You come with a cry and John curses, driven by primal instinct and thrusting harder and harder.

He keeps touching your G spot until you feel your stomach tightening.

“John I’m—” “Come for me my love, come on my cock.”

The demanding tone of his voice makes you come, your pussy clenching around him until he shouts and fills you, his hips twitching until he falls on you again.

It’s sometime later that the both of you are snuggled in bed, your head resting on his chest when you trace his scars. The both of you don’t need to say anything, lying in each other's presence is enough.

“Remember our first date? You were so worried about the flowers that you forgot the picnic basket?”

John grinned, he was nervous. It was his first time asking a girl out on a date and scared to do something stupid.

“The master chief ain’t scared of war, but a date? That is something else.”

He nodded and turned his head to you. “I’m never scared of a battle, because you on my mind gives me strength. But a date? I want that to be perfect for you, you are perfect for me.”

The words bring tears to your eyes. John isn’t the type to talk a lot or speak about his feelings. But he always made sure you felt loved and appreciated. Buying your favorite foods when you have your period, gives you the first and last bite of his meals, and always brings a little present when the mission lets him. Wherever he is, he always tries to call you or have Cortana call you to tell you he’s safe.

He even has a little picture of you in his Mjolnir suit that his team sees him taking out whenever he misses you.

“I will always love you. To them, you will always be Master Chief, But for me, you will always be my John.”

[short-honey-badger]

Shore Leave 2

Fly Me to the Moon

I wanted to do a part 2 of this pretty badly, so I did it lol. I hope you enjoy some Chief smooches!

Part 1 -> HERE

Part 3 -> HERE

John is so at ease with your presence that he doesn't realize that the minutes have eased into hours, and twilight has soon descended on the city. It is a little slower now than it was earlier, and the spartan only picks up on it when he realizes that you've slowed down on your little stories, and now sit quietly by his side, face turned up in his direction as if studying him. He is used to the staring, but he feels naked without his armor, and his cheeks heat up when you don't look away.

“How long have you been in the UNSC?”

The Master Chief shifts in his seat, making you ease closer to him even if it's unintended. He can't tell you anything that may get you in trouble for knowing, but John can tell you are simply curious and so opts for the easiest answer her can give you.

“A long time.”

He isn't expecting you to snort and chuckle at him, a kind smile on your face as you reach out and gently pat his arm.

“That much is obvious, Big Guy. I get it, though. I won't pry into any secret military stuff you've got going on,” you say and wiggle your fingers at him, still grinning. You suddenly stand, and John is disappointed at the lack of warmth pressed into his side.

“What are you doing?” He asks and flicks his blue eyes up to meet your own. You must find something in them that makes you soften even further, and you offer the super soldier your hand once more.

“Well, the park is still open, and my butt is kinda numb for sitting so long. Do you want to walk with me? There is a burger stall on the other side that we can stop at for food.”

John is wrapping his much larger hand around your own without much thought, his body moving before his mind can make the decision for him. He cracks a smirk and allows you to lead him in the direction of the park entrance. You hum as you walk, and his sensitive ears easily pick the tune apart, but he can't seem to place it.

“What song are you humming?”

You perk up at the question, looking up to catch a look of curious frustration adorning your are friend's face. It's cute. Not that you would tell such a big, burly man that. You don't think John would be able to take it if you told him you thought he was cute. You should probably answer his question.

“It's an older song from Earth. Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra. My grandma was a big fan.”

John grunts in reply and licks his lips. He wants to hear your voice, but he doesn't know if that is an appropriate thing to ask someone he's only known for a couple of hours. Thankfully, you pick up on the odd silence and quietly speak back up.

“Uhm. Would you like me to sing some of it for you?”

“Yes.”

John is embarrassed by how quickly he'd spoken up. He stops in his tracks, causing you to stop as well since you still had a hold of his hand. You squeeze his fingers and look up at him in silent encouragement. John swallows harshly and meets your eyes once more.

“I would like that, if you don't mind.”

You squeeze his hand again, your smile kind and full of a joy that John isn't privy to very often. It makes him feel good having it aimed at him.

“Don't mind at all, John,” you assure him and tug his hand, “let's keep going.”

The Master Chief dips his head in a nod and follows after you. He can't help but wonder what Cortana may think of you. He likes to imagine that she'd be happy he found someone like you, someone so close to your humanity that you don't mind sharing it with others. His thoughts are quickly cast aside when you open your mouth, voice untrained and a bit scratchy, but still able to hold a tune.

“Fly Me to the Moon.

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby kiss me.”

You squeeze his hand when you sing the verse about holding his hand, and John cracks another smile at the sweet gesture. You are something else, and it almost makes him pause in his tracks when you sing about kissing. Could he do that?

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you”

The Master Chief licks his lips, the lyrics of the song resonating with him in a way he hadn't expected. It's been well over a decade since he has had any type of human Interaction like this, and while the augmentations had changed his body both physically and hormonally, John was still a man. A man who longed to have something normal, even if he didn't recognize that right now. Could he ever love someone?

“Fill my heart with song

Let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words

In other words

I love you.”

By the time you've finished the song, the two of you are about halfway around the park. John hasn't paid his surroundings a lick of attention, far too focused on listening to you sing. His mind is full of the lyrics, and the super soldier finds that he wants to try something, and he has few doubts that you would object to.

“You okay, John?”

His spine quakes at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He likes that. Likes how you say his name so carefully. He glances down at you and steps forward, one foot sliding in between your own. John has never been good with beating around the bush, and he wouldn't now either.

“May I kiss you?”

If you are surprised by the sudden question, you don't show it. Instead, you close the distance between them, reaching forward to grab his wrist and lead his hand up to cup your face. You can feel the way his fingers twitch against your flesh, as if John was scared to touch you.

“I would like that.” You say, repeating his words from earlier, and it makes a tiny smirk appear on John's lips. Another victory.

John has to bend quite far to reach your lips, but it swiftly becomes one of the best decisions he's ever made when his lips meet yours is a soft kiss. He keeps his eyes open, watching your expression as he imitates what he's seen actors do in the few holovids that he's watched. You press into the kiss, lips soft and pliant as you let John take his time exploring the new sensation.

Your cheeks are pink as a rose when the Master Chief breaks the kiss, pulling away, but keeping his hand cupped along your jaw, holding you close. Your hands rest on his chest, nails caught in the material of his shirt. You give him a soft smile and turn your face to press your lips to his wrists, kissing one of the scars left behind from the augmentations.

“Thank you, _,” John murmurs and carefully strokes his thumb along your cheekbone, leaning in to kiss you one last time before he drops his hand from your face, only to grab the same hand he held earlier and tangle his fingers with your own.

Before you can say much, the sweet moment is ruined by your stomach letting out a massive growl. You aim a grin at John and tug his hand, walking forward.

“Let's go get food. Sounds good?”

John meets your joyful gaze, and you are rewarded with this beast of a man softening, his lips quirking up in a smile as he follows after you.

“Sounds good.”

[lialacleaf]

John likes to rest his hand on the back of reader’s neck, gently rubbing her throat with his thumb. She’s convinced he’s being sweet but secretly he’s a little possessive and likes knowing that nobody will try anything with you if they know you’re his. He’s totally smirking under the helmet…

[empresskadia]

You: If I died-

John, cleaning his weapon: Death will not get you out of this relationship

[writeforfandoms]

I was so excited to see requests open that my brain just blanked out lol. Totally forgot everything I've ever been interested in for several moments, but it's managed a reboot! Thank goodness 🙃

Anyhoo, I'd like to request something for Master Chief please! Some nice fluff for our dearest Spartan. Maybe he's had a rough day and needs a hug? Good thing reader is here to help out!

I am all for Chief getting more hugs. He needs them. He needs all the hugs.

So, for you, I've got 500 words of pure fluff featuring our favorite Spartan.

You looked up from your data pad when you heard the door slide open. John sometimes came to your room, when he had time or when he needed to. But he also usually gave you a heads up first. 

He was considerate that way. 

So when you spotted him in the doorway, limned in the brighter light of the hallway, you set your pad aside immediately. 

“John?” You kept your voice quiet, in case he was really having a bad day. (Not that he'd ever really tell you that he was - he was so used to disguising his own discomfort that he didn't know how to express it.) 

He stepped inside, the door sliding shut soundlessly behind him. “Long day,” was all he offered, voice clipped. 

“Come here.” You sat up on your knees on the bed, waiting for John to sit before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. He sighed, a warm puff of air through your shirt, shoulders slumping with the release of tension. You rubbed one hand through the short hairs on the back of his head, knowing the gentle motions often helped. 

He sighed again, warm and damp, some of his weight resting against you. Not all - he was ever-conscious of his stature. But he relaxed some, lulled by the quiet and your fingers massaging away some tension. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You offered, despite knowing he wouldn't accept. He never did, just as you always offered. 

He shook his head slowly instead of verbally responding, big hands sliding around your back to hold you. His breathing slowed, almost meditative. 

You couldn't help but be lulled as well, your eyes sliding half-closed, even as your fingers continued working. The quiet and his closeness settled you, though you hadn't even had a hard day. But still. To hold him close like this was a treasure, no matter how many times it happened. 

“Thank you.” The words were so quiet you almost didn't hear them, alerted by the pause in his breathing more than anything. 

“Anytime,” you promised, whisper-soft to match. And you meant it. You never minded helping him this way, especially since you had no problem asking for hugs in return. 

(Asking for things was another of those concepts that had mostly eluded him, or been trained out of him. You were working on it. Slowly. Carefully.) 

He hummed a wordless noise in response, grip tightening on you, enough to feel but not to the point of pain. Never to the point of pain.

Always so conscientious, your John. Your Spartan. 

Slowly, carefully, you tipped the two of you over and shuffled around until you were lying side by side, pressed together chest to chest. He moved one arm under your head to cushion you, his other splayed over your hip. Your own hand snuck under the hem of his shirt to press against the skin of his back, greedily soaking in his warmth. 

“Go to sleep,” you murmured into the warmth between the two of you. His answering hum vibrated through his chest and into yours, soothing in a way nothing else had ever matched. 

[ghostlychief]

Master Chief requests??? I need Chief x reader where reader tells her new friend John that she has a massive crush on the hero in green not knowing she’s just confessed to said man. Later ends up fighting beside him and after the battle Chief removes his helmet for whatever reason, rest, rehydration, etc. and reader has an existential crisis…with a cute ending…🥺

once again, so sorry for the delay on this!!! i love the concept of this and it was so fun to write!!! hope you enjoy :) <3

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You could say that it was a predisposition that you were going to join the UNSC ever since you were a little girl. It ran in the family: Your dad was a marine, and mom a pilot. So of course as a little girl, you wanted to live up to their expectations and be just like them.

That leads you to where you are today, a soldier within the UNSC Navy Fleet Command (FLEETCOM). You like the work and it always keeps you busy. This work also, for the majority of the time, has you stationed on the infinity, and not so much in the heat of combat. But you wish you could be involved in the action one day. In fact, you were kind of obsessed with the Spartans and the program in general. They seemed off-worldly to you and you really wished you could see them in action.

In fact, you're currently telling your new friend John about your not so secret crush on the famous green Spartan, Master Chief. You met John about six months ago during a training and you have been friends ever since.

"I mean, come on! Who isn't curious about the famous 'demon'?"

You excitedly bang your hands on the table as you're ranting to your friend, who just sits there with a smirk on his face. You don't know why he finds it that amusing. Doesn't everyone have a crush?

His eyes light up as you keep gushing over the Spartan.

"I can only imagine what his face would look like; handsome no doubt." You stare off dreamily.

You sigh, "I wish I could meet him."

John shrugs, "Maybe one day you will."

You pout and then rest your head on your now crossed arms that rest on the table. You let out a puff, "My job doesn't allow me to be in combat. We always direct from up here." You gesture to the ship.

John continues eating his sandwich, which by the way, looks much more appetizing than the food on your plate. You wonder where he got the delicious looking food. In fact, you just now realize that John's food always seems to be gourmet, and much better than yours. You mentally shake your head, thinking it doesn't matter and you go back to thinking of your crush that you're never going to meet.

John reassures you again, "You never know when a special mission will come up anyways. They can always pull you into combat under special circumstances."

You hum, still bummed about your current position and reply, "Yeah, I guess."

You and John finish up your lunches then go your separate ways.

---

About a week later, you're being pulled into a conference room with your team and upper management. It's odd because usually upper management doesn't attend team meetings like this, so you figure something is happening or about to.

Your guess is right when your boss, Davidson, starts the meeting.

"Thank you all for being here today, we have been assigned to a special mission, which we will be deployed to planet Concord, where an outer human colony resides."

Davidson continues her assessment of the colony's climate and the reason for your team going.

"We will be assisting a covert operation, lead by the Spartans, specifically Blue Team. But this will require a ground operation team, so that is why we are being deployed with the Spartans."

Your stomach erupts with butterflies. Blue Team? You immediately know who's on that team and it's hard for you to contain your excitement.

Davidson continues with her presentation, but you find it hard to focus. However, you do catch that the reason for this covert mission is that there's been alien chatter in the quadrant Concord is in. It's unclear whether the Covenant has found the human colony or not. It is also sometimes hard to communicate with the outer colonies since they are a long way from Reach.

Your thoughts drift away again. Your first mission! You're itching with anticipation.

---

The day has come where you leave for Concord. you have been so busy the past week that you haven't had a chance to see your friend John and share the exciting new. Oh well, you think. I'll catch up with him once I'm back.

Travel to the outer colonies takes about a day or so from Reach and before you know it, you've reached Concord. You were hoping to catch a glimpse of the Spartans on the ship, but you guess your luck ran out because you didn't see a single one.

It was decided that you all would land on the outskirts of the region Corsica. This region had a dense population and would be a prime spot for the Covenant to attack.

You finally see the Spartans emerge from the ship, but they are already in their armor.

You all get to work in setting up your outpost, and surprisingly, the Spartans help with a lot of the set up.

Huh, guess they aren't better than that.

Once your networks are up and running, you and your team immediately get to work on analyzing the different comms channels for any chatter that isn't your own. The Spartans have left to search the perimeter and scout the area.

Day one and two, nothing happens. You're not picking anything up on the networks and Blue Team hasn't reported seeing anything.

However, on day three, things start to get interesting.

You just had your morning coffee when you hear it. it was so brief,. but you would recognize Sangheili anywhere. You immediately notify your team and Blue Team. You really hadn't had any interaction with the Spartans, but now they stand before you, waiting to hear your report.

You stand tall and say, "This morning at 0600 hours, we picked up Sangheili chatter. We only caught a snippet of it before they switched to another channel, but we could make out "Concord" from the discussion."

Master Chief is the first to ask a question, "Is it safe to assume they are on Concord?"

You clear your throat and respond, "While, we cannot confirm that they are on the planet, we can confirm that they know of its existence, and therefore, know the location of it."

You see Master Chief nod, his orange-yellow visor glinting in the morning sun. "Okay, what is our mission?"

This is where Davidson steps up to explain the game plan, now that there is credible intelligence that the Covenant know about Concord. FLEETCOM has been preparing for this for years, but its still surreal putting the procedures into place.

However, before Davidson can report on the procedures, a large blast hits near your outpost. You shriek and crouch down, covering your head with your hands. Another blast deposits close to the outpost, but with this blast, you can feel the warmth from the plasma. Covenant.

The outpost erupts into chaos and you snap back to reality, ready to follow your attack procedures that you know so well. But before you can stand, a green hand reaches down to you. You take it without any thought. It's only when the hand pull you up that you are face to face with Chief.

You take a step back, and mutter a thanks under your breath. Chief nods slightly, and then says, "You need a weapon."

Oh right, we're under attack. He leads you to the armory and you thank him again before he leaves you to get ready. you meet your team back at command and then you are split into groups to engage the Covenant. Each Spartan takes a squadron of soldiers, and lucky you, you're in Chief's unit.

You all disperse out to your combat areas, and you're immediately met with grunt troops. Easy enough you think.

You watch Chief ahead of you, easily taking out the grunts while you and your squadron take out the weakened ones. You see him take out his sniper and easily pick off the Jackals that were hiding up in the rock formations.

Strangely enough, it gets quiet after that, and you hear through your comms from the other units that combat has paused for them as well.

Chief runs back to your unit and says, "Let's climb up those rocks to get to higher ground. I'm sure that wasn't the last of the Covenant troops."

You all hike up the steep hill littered in rock formations until you reach the top. It does provide a good advantage, but you're also hoping for some rest.

You see the rest of your unit start to sit, drink water, and assess any injuries, so you decide to do the same. You luckily remained unscathed, and when you're drinking your water, Chief comes up to sit beside you and before you can say anything, he starts to take off his helmet.

You must being seeing things, because you are met with the familiar face of your friend John.

"I'm sorry, I must be seeing things, because what the fuck?!"

John, your friend John, sits besides you in a fucking Spartan suit, none other than the Master Chief himself.

"Guilty," he responds. He tries to give you a small smile, but all he is met with is a glare.

You're still shell-shocked and you are trying not to cause a scene in front of everyone, but seriously, what the actual fuck?

"Are you fucking serious? Why didn't you tell me?" You're honestly more hurt that he didn't tell you, than the fact that for almost the entirety of your friendship you've been gushing to him about your crush on, well, HIM.

Before he can get a word out though, you say, "What strings did you pull for me to be here?"

He just says, "Don't worry about it." you feel steam coming out of your ears.

Of course. Of course. It's all coming together now.

"Was this even a real mission?" your voice raises.

"Of course it was! We did just fight the Covenant, no?"

You hate to admit it but he makes a good point.

He gives you a small shrug, "I may have pulled a few strings to get your team assigned-" he looks over to you and you give him your hardest glare. You cross your arms, and shift your position so you're facing him head on.

"-but you and your team were well over-qualified! So it worked out anyways."

"WHY?!" You throw your hands up in the air, now feeling the embarrassment of your confession you've one too many times admitted.

"Look, Y/N," He places his gloved hand on your shoulder and you fight the urge to smack it away.

"i don't know if you noticed but everywhere I go, people just gawk at me and don't even treat me as a human. So, when I'm out of my armor, I feel a certain freedom I don't usually feel. And when I met you, well, I wanted to keep feeling that."

His thumb starts to rub circles into your shoulder.

"I was going to tell you, I was. But I started loving the feeling of just being normal, and you always provided that space for me. I'm sorry."

You sigh at his explanation, and while you're still mad at him, you do understand his point of view.

"You weren't creeped out by my crush, borderline obsession, with you?" You can't even look at him when you ask this and instead train your eyes to Concord's two moons up in the sky.

"Y/N, look at me." You do.

He smiles at you, the creases by his eyes crinkling and says, "I thought it was endearing, okay?"

"Ugh, you must get that all the time from women though, as you literally just said." You bring up your hands and rub your face and you feel your cheeks warm.

"Well, they aren't you."

"What?" You must have heard him wrong and you look at him to catch any kind of lie in his confession. But a small smile still rests on his lips and his eyes are still looking into yours with honesty.

He brings his hand that was on your shoulder to rest on your jaw, his thumb now stroking your cheek. You imagined the texture of his techsuit to be rougher, but you find his hand feels like silk against your skin.

"You mean to tell me you didn't know?"

You roll your eyes, "No, I did not know that my friend John of six months liked me. Clearly I don't pick up on things easily." You gesture between the two of you.

"Mhmm, then I'll have to do better." John closes the space between you and captures your lips with his. You kiss him back and rest your hand on top of his that still lies on your jaw.

You pull away for a brief second, "Wait! Now I understand why you have so much better food than me. You ass!" You smack his shoulder.

He shuts you up with another kiss.

---

You're so engrossed in all things John that you fail to notice that Kelly and her squadron met up with yours.

You have an audience behind you and you don't even notice it. Kelly mutters, "About time. He wouldn't shut up about her."

---

[captain039]

Hesitant touches

John 117 x reader

(Set after the Halo series)

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, intimate, touching, sexual, eventual smut, feelings, size difference, size kink, age gap (20s+ reader), plus size reader, first times

The first time you ever saw the master chief he was intimidating to say the least. He was big in all that armour and menacing as were the other Spartans but the master chief held an aura around him. After Dr. Halsey disappeared and the Spartans returned from the covenants planet things were changing. Master chief had returned unconscious, Kai didn’t know what happened to him apparently he just slumped at the helm of the ship and he hadn’t woken up. His internal organs were damaged badly, he would take weeks to heal even with his enhancements. You kept check up on him making sure his vitals were stable.

“Evening Doctor” you jolt about mile at the sound of Cortanas voice.

“Cortana” you answer startled.

“Apologies Doctor” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you check over John. Cortana had explained to you what happened, how she took over John’s body to fight off the covenant fleet and bring them back alive.

“He is still stable” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you look over his overly still form.

“Come on chief” you mumble.

It’s the middle of the night when alarms blare and there’s a rush of soldiers. Your comms are pinging and you rush to the medical bay still in your pyjamas. John is up, staggering around his eyes unfocused. You push past the soldiers as they try to steady him but he just shoves them off. You frown when you approach the heavy scent of alpha coming from him. Each spartan was an alpha but they never displayed.

“John” you call and his eyes snap to you. You jolt at the intensity of them he stumbles over to you tall and imposing and you gulp a bit thinking he might shove you through a wall but the alpha sags on you. You let out a sound struggling to hold him up as he rests his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

“John-“ you struggle a bit before he finally holds most of his weight up making you sigh a bit in relief. He doesn’t move away though, his nose right by your scent gland on your neck making it very hard not to shiver or make a noise in front of the soldiers. The other doctors give you confused looks but you’re just as confused by his behaviour, despite his chip taken out his rank chip was still in, at least you think it is.

“Everyone out” you order and the few soldiers and other doctors leave nodding.

“Cortana?” You call.

“I’m here” she says.

“Can you check his rank chip?” You ask.

“Checking it now. Doctor…” she trails off a bit.

“It appears his chip was broken during the battle, he’s experiencing alpha tendencies, at the moment I say he’s using you to calm down” she says and you sigh.

“Great” you mumble a bit.

“Chief?” You hear Kai’s voice behind you. John growls though his arm going around you and stepping back forcing you with him.

“Kai stay back” you say.

“What’s going on?” She asks behind you.

“His rank chip was damaged he’s currently experiencing his alpha tendencies in one hit, he may see you as a threat” you explain trying not to work the alpha up too much.

“Oh” Kai says behind you.

“Look, come back later I’ll tell you when he’s calmed down ok?” You say.

“Ok, good luck” she says before leaving.

“Cortana, how badly is the chip damaged? Do we have to remove it?” You ask.

“It’s shattered doctor, you’ll have to surgically remove it” she says and you nod.

“Alright, John?” You ask softly but he doesn’t move from your neck.

“John?” You try again, nothing. You swallow a bit hesitating.

“Alpha?” He tenses lifting his head a bit his eyes narrowed and intense.

“Your rank chips shattered ok? We need to get it out so it doesn’t cause anymore problems” you explain almost like you would a child. You feel bad but right now his hormones are going haywire.

“Can you lie down again?” He glances to the bed behind him before complying and lying down. You sigh a bit in relief that at least he’s not leaning on you like an over grown bear. You grab some surgical items, putting gloves on before grabbing some numbing serum.

“This’ll numb you while I take the chip out ok?” You say and he nods simply lying very stills. You nod and inject it into his neck, you wait a few minutes before you grab a scalpel and slice where his chip is. You grimace a bit the chip is shattered under the skin. You remove each bit glancing at him occasionally, he just lies deathly still staring at the ceiling. Once you’re done you stitch him up and sigh.

“All done” you say as he sits up slowly.

“Cortana?” You ask softly.

“He’s stable for the most part, his hormone levels are very elevated, but that’s expected” she says and you nod. Shortly after John returned on the ship, you touched for Cortana to be integrated into the system of the base, she’s been immensely helpful, sometimes scaring the shit out of you, but helpful.

“How do you feel John?” You ask taking your gloves off and washing your hands by the sink nearby. He stands and walks over his large form behind you before he rests his forehead on your shoulder once more. It can’t be comfortable for him to hunch over like that, but you try not to move a little scared to set him off. Having his emotion chip removed was a fun walk in the park and now this? You just hope he doesn’t go into rut or something like that.

John recovers, starting to go back to his normal self, but he is different with the lack of his rank chip he looks at everyone differently even more so than before. You watch him, for medical reasons obviously, as his nose flares when people walk by, or if he doesn’t like their scent his nose scrunches up, he towers over everyone naturally but now with his scent strong everyone reacts even more to him, especially the betas and omegas in the facility, they give him wide birth. You’re standing in your lab going over some patience’s vitals when your door opens.

“Kai” you smile and greet.

“How did your talk go with chief?” You ask.

“He’s weird” she says bluntly.

“That’s one way to put it” you say crossing your arms and leaning against your desk.

“He sniffed me” she says pacing a bit.

“That’s expected unfortunately” you say sighing.

“Then glared at me like I hadn’t showered in a month” she says her eyes narrowing her cheeks slightly reddening.

“Alphas are more sensitive to scents, since you have your rank chip in, he can’t scent you that’s probably why he death glared you” you explain.

“But doesn’t majority of the base have chips?” She asks.

“Our chips are different to yours, yours are hardwired to stop all traits of your rank where as our normal chips stop things such as heats and ruts and the more aggressive tendencies of alphas” you explain and she nods taking the information in.

“What happens if you remove mine?” She asks and you tense.

“Well with how Johns reacting I’m not sure, he was surprisingly calm, he didn’t attack anyone out right” you sigh a bit.

“And who knows if he will go into rut with the chip being inside him his whole life he’s never experienced anything an alpha would” you say your worry rising more the more you speak.

“He’s a walking time bomb” you mutter mind reeling a bit.

“Cortana?” You call.

“Here” she answers appearing on your many table.

“Cortana make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid” you say.

“Well he’s currently walking out in the gardens” she says.

“The public gardens?” You ask face paling a bit.

“Yeah” Cortana says.

“Damn it” you sigh.

“What’s he doing?” You ask as you get live footage feed. You frown watching someone talk to him, she’s an omega by the feeds intel, he’s staring down at her without blinking and you worry a bit he might do something. You watch them talk before he shakes his head giving a small smile and walking away. You stare a bit blinking in surprise, that could’ve gone very wrong in so many ways.

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - learning new feelings with you

Saw that you would start writing for Master Chief. I finished watching it like a week ago so this is a funny coincidence😂. Maybe a Master Chief (John-117) x reader with this prompt “Did you mean it?” “What?” “When you said you loved me did you mean it?” from your 2024 prompts. So many of the 2024 prompts would be great for him. You don't have to write this if you don't won't to as always of course.( •◡-)-♡ - Anon💜

Sitting at your desk, you flicked through some of the files on the tablet you were holding, taking a sip of your tea that was sat in front of you.

There was a knock on the door and you looked up.

“Come in.” You called.

The door was opened, and you smiled a little bit at the Spartan and your cell doctor who came through the door.

“Miranda, Master Chief, what brings you here?” You asked.

The Spartan took a seat in a chair on the other side of the room, and Miranda walked over to you.

“I’m sorry Doctor, I know you’re very busy but John has been injured, and he refuses medical assistance. I thought maybe you could convince him to get help.”

You nodded, standing up from your desk.

“I’ll see that the chief is safe. Thank you for bringing him here.”

She smiled, heading out of your office and you turned around to John, walking over you took a seat in front of him.

“Why are you refusing medical care Master Chief?”

“I don’t know who I can trust, who I can’t trust.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You’ve been having an influx of emotions since you removed the pellet from your back, these are emotions you have never felt before so you don’t know how to process them, that’s okay.”

You leant over the table, tapping a finger against the helmet over his head.

“However, refusing medical assistance when it’s needed is not okay. It’s dangerous to put yourself in that situation.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, may you remove your helmet please? Show me where the injury is.”

John reached up, carefully pulling his helmet off, setting it on the floor next to his foot.

He looked up, his eyes connecting with yours, and you pulled a torch out from your pocket, flashing it over his eyes.

“Follow my finger.”

He did as you said, and you carefully turned his head from side to side to ensure that there was no pain or restriction with his movements.

“You’ll need a few stitches, but otherwise you’ll be fine. I can have somebody from the medical team come up and sort that out.”

“No.”

“No?”

You turned around to look at John, setting your tablet back down, showing him that you were listening to what he was saying.

“Do you not want the medical team to do it?”

“No.”

“Alright, I won’t call for them.”

Walking across your office, you grabbed a first aid box you kept in there and walked back over, taking what you would need out.

John didn’t say anything as you placed your hand on the side of his face, turning it just a little bit so you could work on stitching the wound on the side of his head.

“I hope you know that I’m no medical doctor Chief, so this will be a dodgy job at best.”

“I know.”

You hummed a little bit, remember what you had learnt a long time ago as you fixed up his injury for him.

When you were done, you bagged everything up, took your gloves off and set it all aside, sanitising your hands.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.” John replied.

You turned around to look at him.

“Do you feel you can trust me?”

“Why?”

“Because I would like to know why you refuse medical attention, why Miranda brought you here to see me.”

John clasped his hands together, leaning his head down to run his hands over it, letting out a small breath.

You didn’t pressure him, you simply walked back over to sit in front of him once more.

“Chief?”

He looked up at you, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me of you don’t want to, okay? I’m not here to force you into anything you don’t want okay? Remember this is a safe place.”

“I need to go.”

“Alright, that’s okay. If you do want to talk though just come and see me, my door is always open for you.”

He nodded his head, picked up his helmet and left, and you walked back to your desk.

You had a good idea as to why he decided to come to you instead.

After touching the object they had found, he’d glad glimpses of what you believed were memories, he’d learned he was stolen away from his family.

He wasn’t very trusting after finding out it was the very same doctor whom been with him and the pet her Spartans this whole time.

The only constant thing he had right now was you and the other Spartans, he had demanded to see your file to make sure you weren’t in on it as well, and you showed him.

You never hid anything from him.

So, if you had to guess, he was a little more trusting of you than any of the other doctors, and he felt more comfortable with you than the people who were usually poking and prodding at him after missions if he was hurt.

You had a few sessions with some of the marines, spending some times with them, talking to them and listening to their concerns or fears.

As late afternoon came around, you were walking around your office to stretch your legs, and there was a knock on your door before it opened.

“Doctor?”

You hummed, turning around, smiling at John as he came back through.

“How can I help?”

He quietly closed the door, standing to attention, hands clasped behind his back as if he were reporting to a supervisor.

“You seem to make sense of things when nobody else can. I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

“Let’s take a seat and have a talk, yeah?”

He sat down, and you sat down opposite him.

He began to explain everything to you, sometimes pausing to find the right words or think about what he was saying.

He didn’t say much, and he stopped speaking to look at you.

“Do you understand what it is?” He asked.

“I do, yes. When we’re young we are taught how to handle our emotions, process them. Our parents teach us first, how to appropriately react to emotions. Does that make sense?”

John shook his head.

“Well, when I was a kid when I was angry I used to break things or throw things. My mom gave me a cup of water, but I was angry because she wouldn’t give me my favourite snack, so I threw the cup and broke it.”

John furrowed his brows a little bit.

“Over a snack?”

You laughed a little bit.

“Kids will do anything for their favourite snacks.”

You smiled at him.

“My mom put me in time out while she cleaned it up, then she came over, explained to me when I was angry I should never throw things, or hit people. When you’re angry you shouldn’t speak to people, and you should never go to bed angry.”

He slowly nodded his head.

“Our teachers continue these teachings, the grown ups in our lives help us learn about this emotions, how to handle them and how to process them. You never had that option, you had your emotions taken away from you.”

“Kai seems to be adjusting…”

“Kai is deflecting, Kai is finding things to occupy herself, but there will come a time where she will be forced to face the emotions she doesn’t know about yet. Grief, loss, pain, you’ll experience them as well.”

John raised his gaze from his hands to look at you.

“It’s hard to point which emotion it is you’re feeling, but if I had to guess I would assume perhaps anger, and confusion mixed into one.”

“What do I do? How do I make it go away?”

You gave him a sad smile.

“You can’t make them go away, you can push them down, but one day you will need to process them. There are different ways to doing this, and I can guide you, but I can’t process them for you, this needs to be something you do yourself.”

“What do I do?”

Getting up, you walked over to your desk and picked up a bit of paper, walking back over to him and you sat down next to him.

You were much smaller than he was, even sitting next to him on the couch it was clear that you were smaller than him.

You held it out to him and he took it.

“I keep this list for anybody who needs help figure out how to process their emotions. It’s a list of things that may help you. From going to the gym, writing letters, then there’s taking a step back from your current situation, go for a walk, find somewhere quiet to sit and just be you.”

“What do you do?”

“Well, I wait until the weekends, then I leave reach, and I go for a hike nearby. Around this time of year there’s my favourite place where all the flowers are in bloom, and I just sit there, sometimes I read, other times I just listening to the birds. I enjoy the escape of nature.”

John nodded his head, setting the paper down on his table.

“I decided to come here because I trust you.” He said quietly.

You smiled softly.

“Well, I’m glad you can. But Chief?”

You turned his head down to look at you.

“Next time please go to medical, it could be something serious. If you don’t like going there, you can get somebody to call for me and I’ll come with you, alright?”

“Why?”

You smiled softly at him, placing a hand on his arm, patting it a few times.

“Because you trust me, if that means I have to come to medical with you to make sure they don’t run any unnecessary tests, and make sure you’re alright I’ll do that.”

He nodded, and you got up, making your way back to your desk to put the paper away.

“Spartans were conditioned to only bond with other Spartans.” John said.

You looked over at him.

“I… don’t understand how to interact with other people.”

“That’s alright, you can learn if you want to. I’ll be going to my hike tomorrow if you would like to come along, I think it may help you.”

Taking another slip of paper, you wrote down a time and a place and walked over, handing it to him.

“I’ll be here, I’ll wait around for you, but you can find me there every weekend.”

He nodded, taking it from you and he left without another word.

The following day, just like you said, you waited for John, and he turned up a few minutes later, dressed in his work out uniform.

He usually wore it under his suit, so it made sense as to why he was wearing it now, they were most likely the only clothes he owned aside from his armour.

“How long does it take to get there?”

“Not long, we’ll need to stop to buy some water first.”

He nodded his head, following you to the shop, and you grabbed a couple of bottles of water, along with some food for lunch, paid for them and put them in your bag.

You and John made your way there, and you began walking the trail you walked every weekend.

“Doctor?”

“You can call me (Y/N), we’re not at the office. We’re friends right?”

“Friends?”

You smiled brightly.

“Well, you come by my office enough to not be friends at this point. I’ve never had somebody willingly come to my office so many times.”

He stayed quietly for a few moments, just searching around the trial.

He was looking around for threats, you knew that.

“How do I know what emotions are what?”

“Well, it depends on the person I suppose. And the emotion, take love for example, there are different kinds. Parental love, the love between a person and their parental figure, or parent and child. Then there’s plutonic love, the bond between friends, then you have romantic love, the love, the connection between two people who want to spend the rest of their their lives together.”

“How do you know the difference?”

You stopped walking, crouching down to look at some blue flowers that were blooming from the grass.

John knelt next to you to look at what you were looking at.

“Well, you have a plutonic love for the other Spartans, you’ll protect them, but just because you have to, but because they’ve essentially become your family.”

You looked up at him.

“Parental love, I’m not to sure how you’ve experienced that if you have. As a child I know you would have, and in time perhaps that’ll come back to you.”

You stood up, carrying on your walk, shifting the bag on your back and little uncomfortably.

John placed a larger hand on your shoulder, and he held his other hand out to you.

Taking the bag from your back you passed it over to him, letting him swing it over his shoulder.

“Thanks, it was getting a little heavy.” You laughed.

“Do you always bring so much?”

“Not always, but there’s two of us this time.”

“I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you.”

“Hey, come on chief, don’t say that. You’re never an inconvenience.”

John glanced at you.

“Why do you call me chief?”

“What would you prefer me to call you?”

He thought for a moment.

“I will call you (Y/N), only if you call me John.”

You smiled brightly up at him.

“Alright John.”

You carried on walking, every so often stopping to admire something and John would just stand there was stare at you.

He watched you carefully, not able to fully relax, put that sense that there was always a threat behind him.

As you reached a fork in the path, you took the one to the left, and soon enough you were surrounded by trees in full bloom, a sea of pink and white petals all over.

You walked to the middle and sit down, resting your hands behind you as you looked around.

“Why do you stop to look at everything?”

John sat in front of you, setting the bag between the pair of you.

“Well, it’s always important to take time to admire things you consider beautiful, for me, I find beauty in nature, the simple things that are all around us. I love it.”

John nodded a little.

“You never told me about romantic love. What is that like?”

“Well, again it’s different for everybody.”

“What is it for you?”

You were curious about his sudden curiosity about feelings, because the whole time since he removed his pellet he hadn’t shown much interest around them.

“John, can I ask why you’re suddenly curious?”

“Miranda says I love somebody. I don’t understand what that means.”

“Ah, I see. Well, for me it’s the little things that somebody does, what they like, the way they laugh, or the way they might make a small noise when they stretch. For me it’s about all the little things, not the big gestures. I don’t care about them, I’d take flowers over expressive dinner, walks instead of going to shows or things like that.”

John nodded his head.

He just sat there studying you, his eyes solely focused on you, watching your every move.

There was a reflection of the flowers in your eyes, and a warmth in your smile.

“How do I know if I love somebody?”

“Well, you could experience a need or want to be with this person, be next to them at all times. You’ll want to learn everything about them, it could be a tightness in your chest when you see them, a need to protect them. There’s a lot of different tells.”

“What do I do?”

You smiled.

“You could tell them, ask them on a date.”

John nodded his head, watching as you got up from where you were sat.

Walking over to one of the trees you stood under one of them, looking up through the blooming flowers.

John got up, walking after you and he stood behind you.

He watched your pointless attempt to try and reach them, there was no way you could teach them, but he could, so he reached up and took one of the flowers, giving it to you.

He enjoyed the close proximity to you, he didn’t know much about anything other than fighting, but he knew he liked having you nearby. He had an urge to keep you safe, and he liked seeing you smile.

“I love you.”

You snapped your eyes to him, head tilted back as you stared at him in pure shock.

John stared right back at you, his soft gaze focused solely on you, neither of you saying a work.

“Chief!”

He turned around, and you did the same thing, stepping from behind his larger frame.

“We have to go now.” Kai said.

John nodded his head, turning around to look at you.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Please let me know you have returned home safely.”

You slowly nodded, just watching d he jogged away but you couldn’t get the thought out of your head of what he said.

Technically there was nothing wrong with anything going on between the pair of you as he wasn’t a formal patient you were simply doing a friend a favour by helping him.

You had to admit you did like his presence there, and you had wondered about if Spartans dated, held relationships and such.

You didn’t see John for a good few weeks, but the moment he was back after his debrief he made his way to your office and knocked on the door before walking in.

“Master chief?”

He frowned a little.

“I prefer it when you say my name. It sounds different when you say it.”

“Sorry John, what brings you by? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I wanted to see you.”

This made you smile, and you set down some of the books you were holding in your hands.

John walked over, he seemed to reach out for your hand but he hesitated.

“I would like to go on a date with you, but I don’t know how to do that.”

“Can I ask you something first?”

He nodded his head, and you reached out, holding his larger hand between your smaller ones.

You had to look up in order to look at him, his head turned down a little bit so he could look at you.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

You took a small breath.

“When you said you loved me did you mean it?”

“Yes. What you described is how I feel when I am around you, I want to explore this feeling, experience it with you. You see me for me, as John, not as master chief, even though you refer to me as master chief.”

You laughed softly, he enjoyed that sound.

“I’ll call you John from now on then.”

John studied you.

“Can you lean down?”

He complied, curiosity in his eyes.

Leaning forward, you pressed a very careful kiss to his cheek.

“Lets start slowly, a coffee date, get to know each other. You’re still learning about yourself, we don’t want to overwhelm you.”

He nodded his head, looking at his hands surrounded in yours, and he realised he had never known such a gentle and careful touch.

He enjoyed the different feelings he had around you, and he wanted to learn more about them, more about you

[romanreignsbae]

Can you do a Jey blurb of him taking care of reader while she’s sick or even pregnant? 🤭🤭

SICK DAYS..

“Jeyyy!” You screamed as loud as you could ignoring the horrible scratching feeling against the back of your throat. Laying on the bed impatiently waiting for the soup your husband was preparing.

“JEYYYYY” Jey rolled his eyes at your hysterics. You were always so moody when having the flu. “Coming baby!”

Whilst into your bedroom he saw you dramatically laid across your bed on your stomach. “I am so sick Jey. So sick.” You groaned into the pillow.

Jey tried not to chuckle at you, knowing you were adding in the smallest hint of your dramatics. Walking over to your side of the bed, he bent over to lay his hand tenderly on your forehead, feeling the warmth indicating maybe you weren’t being so dramatic.

“My poor baby..” he mumbled as he kissed your temple softly. He sat down beside you as you snuggled into his side accepting the warmth he brought towards you. He attempted to hold you up so he could feed you, ignoring the groans you brought in protest.

“I’m not even hungry..” you grumbled. Jey laughed out loud ignoring the side eye you gave him. “It’s gon’ make your throat feel so much better bae, trust me.”

He carefully stirred the soup, before bringing a small spoonful to your mouth. You accepted the soup slurping it up, feeling the soothing touch it brought to the rough of your throat.

Jey watched carefully for your reaction as you swallowed the soup once again. “Again!” you whined as he looked shocked. “After all this damn complaining you did..I swear your ass bipolar sometimes..”

You slapped his arm playfully, while keeping your mouth open for the next spoonful. Jey brought the next spoonful to your mouth as you felt the hot feeling burn your tongue. You pulled back from him in pain. “Ow! Why would you give me such a hot spoonful!” you snapped in anger.

“I didn’t mean to..” he was cut off by you opening your mouth once again for another taste. This sickness really had thrown your hormones off..

A/N: i’m into taking requests for little blurbs at the moment! send some through my inbox if you have any cute ideas for roman, jey, or jimmy!

[morganas-pendragons]

respite | Master Chief

this is the halo discords fault.

@lialacleaf / @embarrassedauthornerd / @empresskadia

***

His dreams are not kind to him.

It takes a considerable amount of effort to wake up in the middle of the night and not allow the scream building in his throat to break free. To untangle his grip from crumpled sheets, to slow his breathing back to something steady where his heartbeat isn't pounding in his own ears.

His dreams are not kind to him. His ghosts, even less.

You're woken up to screaming.

His adjustment has not been easy since Cortana's disappearance. So much has happened to the Master Chief in so little time, and not a single person onboard this ship has taken the opportunity to give him the time to process it.

You're determined to be the one who helps him do so. It starts off simple, as it did when you first met. Assurances of watching his back and being his partner on the field. Friendly touches on forearms and shoulders, firm nods of confirmation, always looking out for each other.

It had turned into something more when he'd saved you from the Flood.

It had turned into something more for him when you'd saved him from the group of Brute Chieftains just before High Charity had crashed. That's a whole other story for a whole other day.

John trusted you. He trusted you with his life, with himself, and that was not easy to obtain. Having the trust of The Master Chief as both a soldier and a person was like being given his heart and watching it settle into your hands.

A broken, bleeding thing.

You remember the first time he'd actually screamed. It was loud and agonizing and raw, and only hours after Miranda had died. You had maybe two hours tops before you had to activate the Ring. You'd forced him to sleep for said two hours, because he was not going to function well otherwise.

The Arbiter acted as he did not hear it. Dishonorable, he'd said, to look upon a man like that and acknowledge his turmoil.

"Well, your dishonor is our comfort."

You'd entered the room and sat by his side until he calmed down. You didn't touch him, you didn't say a word, but the act of your presence at his side was enough.

You slid his helmet back on and leaned forward to lightly knock your head against it. There is not an ounce of apprehension in your gaze. No. That's confidence.

Confidence in him.

"To war then, Master Chief."

John had come to appreciate that about you. When everyone else was betting on him to lose and the odds were entirely against him, your steady footing and steadfastness were all he needed to keep pushing forward.

He found himself seeking you out more than embracing his elusive nature and isolating to cope with what played behind his eyes when he slept. Miranda's death. Keyes death. Johnsons death. Cortana-

Cortana had taken his willingness to embrace the fight. Having you and her had rejuvenated him. Had given him a purpose that he felt he could successfully fulfill.

Then she was gone. She'd touched him, said those words that would forever be burned into his memory, and she was gone.

John would've been lying if he said he wasn't terrified that the same thing would happen to you.

That's what brought him to this point. Fingers wound tightly enough in the sheets to crumple them beneath his grasps, blue eyes wildly seeking something to anchor to while his heart pounded loudly in his ears. The moonlight fractured against the window to his right, illuminating the bedroom and his body in white as he twisted and turned on the mattress.

He didn't fully emerge from that nightmare until you opened the door.

Vulnerable. You're vulnerable. You are not safe.

"John? Are you alright?"

You haven't moved. He can just barely see you lingering in the darkness of his doorway. You've closed the door behind you on entry, fingers wound around the wall loosely as you wait for an opening to come closer.

He needs to breathe. His chest hurts, and his eyes are on fire, and why are his cheeks wet-

You're sitting beside him in a moment's notice. He can't quite hear what you're saying now, and perhaps he doesn't need to, because all he can feel is the warmth of your hand on his chest and the other curving around his jawline. It's a stark contrast from the bitter cold of death that always seems to linger in his dreams.

He reads your lips instead as the world slowly comes back into focus. You are safe. You are with someone you trust. You are secure. All attributes that the two of you have said about one another. All attributes that caused him to allow himself to be vulnerable, to allow you to see a side of him most people didn't.

His mind shifts backwards to the first time he'd let you remove his helmet. That alone spoke volumes. Most Spartans didn't even let the other members of their fire team remove their helmets, or their armor.

It had been the talk of the Infinity for weeks.

"John." You're still giving him an opportunity to talk, and the way your gentleness and patience is so all encompassing causes the breath he'd lost to slowly come back into his lungs. "What do you need?"

The logical part of his brain knows the answer to that. He needs to win the war. He needs peace of mind. He needs sleep, and food, and Blue. He really misses Blue Team.

What he does not need is to talk about this dream. About the death. About losing you, and how watching you die finally made him wake up to a very simple realization: Losing you was not an option. Losing you could not happen, because he was in love with you, and had been for a while.

His desires had just not allowed themselves to be known when being the face of a war only he could win.

His heart, however, is what wins out in the end. Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra 117 looks up at you and says, "You."

***

You don't know what that means. For all the time that you and John have been dancing around each other - years, in fact, because you'd resigned yourself to your feelings being one-sided long before this - you never anticipated broken, bleeding fingers shakily reaching out to wrap your own around what is left of his heart.

That is exactly what's on full display right now.

"I don't want to take advantage-"

Your breath catches in your throat as John's hands come to cradle your jaw. It's the first time he's touched you without gloves covering his fingers. It's the first time you've also been able to really see him without the helmet, and he is the most magnificent man you've ever laid eyes on.

You've wondered for years what color his eyes are. It has haunted your dreams, especially whenever the two of you were separated when the Forward Unto Dawn split.

Blue. Such a glorious, deep shade of blue.

"If I didn't want it," He says quietly. "I wouldn't ask."

You slide your knees against the standard UNSC mattress and allow him to, though slowly and hesitantly, take you into his embrace. Menial comforts are not something Spartans are afforded. To be able to take the offer of your comfort, of you, is not something he ever regret doing.

John's head slowly falls into the dip of your shoulder the minute you are in his lap. It's comfortable, and warm, and all you can feel against you is every part of him. It's exactly what you've dreamt of for all the years you've held such deeply rooted feelings for him.

You shiver as his breath fans across your skin. It's intimate. You wonder if picking his head back up to kiss him is too far, but you miss one hundred percent of the risks you don't take.

So you do.

"John," You whisper. "There's never going to be a time where I don't bet on you. You are the one who's gotten us this far, and you're the one who will see us through. I know it. I believe in you."

You watch the knot in his throat bob as he swallows, eyes brightened by the beams of moonlight from outside as you both hesitate.

"Believe in me a little bit longer," His voice is so low that you almost don't hear it, and he's the one who leans forward to follow that desire he has suppressed for is long. "Please."

You nod. Once, twice, three times.

"Always."

And the moment his mouth catches yours, the safety he has so desperately been seeking since Cortana disappeared finds itself encompassing him within their arms.

For the weary soldier, respite comes in the form of his partner: His compassionate, empathetic, gentle partner who will always be there to watch his six. To fight his demons, to ward away his ghosts.

He would not have it be anyone else.

Only you.

[constxntine]

Hi!

I usually write on Wattpad, but I've wanted to give this a try and see if this works. For a couple of weeks, I've watched Halo and dived a little too deep into its lore. They can say whatever they want about the show but I genuinely loved it, and master chief is 🤤🤤

Pablo Schreiber is a hot specimen of a man so I will start to write about him and see if it works!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

It's my first time writing in a ‘You’ form, so be prepared its a little cringy. But still, thank you for bearing with me✌️🏽

(English isn't my first language, so bear with me please..)

Master chief! X female!reader

Warnings; fluff & slight smut

🖤MDNI🖤

Word count: 1,763.

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Ever since the Silver team took out their pallets they have been enjoying mundane things that are boring to others but joyful to them.

For you, Kai, and Liz it's doing girl nights with Miranda.

John secretly enjoys seeing you have fun, but seeing you in shorts made him feel things he never felt before.

It's the fourth night in a month you spend time with the girls. Ever since you took out your pallet the world suddenly became a lot brighter. Feelings you never felt before kicked in and the colors around you never looked so bright. Before the pallet, you only knew war, bloodshed, and death.

You know it's the same for your team, it's like the five of you all connected at a deeper level.

Especially with John.

The Master Chief aka the demon is a strong-willed man who has a typical stoic personality. Even the way he sits reminds you of a robot.

His eyes never linger too long at anyone, never showing an emotion and sticking to the plan. Doesn't matter at what cost.

Now, you can't forget the way your heart beats faster when he walks up, how cheeks become hot when his green eyes stare a little too long into yours.

You know all too well your friends have noticed John's behavior around you, his big hands that rest on your waist when he speaks to you.

John doesn't hide it, and you don't complain.

The four of you are in your room, a cheesy movie in the background with a bowl of popcorn and all kinds of sweets. Riz is braiding Miranda's hair while you dye Kai's hair a different color. She wanted blue this time, and instead of doing it with gun oil, you decide to buy her some box dye and help her.

"So.. what's up with you and Master Chief, Y/N?" Riz asks you as she tilts her head towards you. Miranda whistles and Kai turns around with a shit-eating grin.

"Yeah Y/N, you got some tea for us?" The three of you groan when Kai uses another term she learned from some marines. "You've got to stop with that, Kai." You groan but feel the warmth rising to your face.

"You're deflecting the question! Tell us!" Miranda yells.

You shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know what's to say. John and I are just friends."

That was a complete lie, you know too well you aren't just friends.

The sexual tension between you and the master chief is present. You always feel it the second the two of you are alone.

The two of you didn't do anything until last night. You ended your shower with a small towel wrapped around your waist. You didn't even notice someone else coming in until you turned around and saw John watching you like a predator stalking its prey.

John came closer until you had to force your head up. His hand rested on your waist to pull you closer until you touched his bare chest. "What are you doing?" You mumble surprised, as if this wasn't what you wanted from the beginning.

Master Chief was intimidating, to say the least, his aura forcing anyone to stand down and cast their eyes downwards. But nowadays you couldn't control the thoughts that swirled in your head whenever you saw him naked.

John rests his hand on your neck which makes you shiver. The movement itself showed his dominance that made you weak in the knees.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

As your lips connected the world around you stopped.

The both of you didn't know exactly how to kiss, but John is a fast learner and takes the lead. Both his hands are now on your neck to pull you in. You moan against his lips and he sees it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

He groaned against your lips and you felt something poking your thighs which made you gasp in surprise.

"Hello..?" Kai waves her hand in front of you and suddenly you're back in your room, watched by your friends who see the blush setting on your cheeks.

"Oh damn, she got it bad." Miranda whistles which made your team laugh.

"We only kissed, nothing special." You mutter but still, your friends heard exactly what you said.

"Kiss, huh? Is Master Chief a good kisser?" Kai teases with a hint of humor radiating from her face.

"I wonder if he fucks like a beast too, wouldn't surprise me, though," Riz says without hesitation, and you gasp while the others burst out in laughter. Miranda watched her with wide eyes and Kai laughed until the tears ran down her face.

"Riz! You can't say that!" You yell but she shrugs.

"What? Don't tell me you never stared at his di—"

"Alright, that's it!" You interrupt her with a laugh. You place a plastic bag over Kai's hair as you shake your head. "Can't believe you're saying that over John. I'm surprised even."

Kai sits on the ground to sit in front of you with a bag of sour candy.

"You know we all have the deepest respect for John, but we all know the way he looks at you. Besides ever since the pallets we can't deny certain things. We're human, of course, we stare. But the way he looks at Riz and me is different from how he looks at you."

Miranda nods her head. "I've seen it as well. That stoic mask never left when he took it out but the second his eyes find you it's as if he forgets how to act.. emotionless. It's quite cute."

You sigh softly, pulling your knees up until you can wrap your arms around them and stare outside.

"You know Dr. Halsey would never accept that. We all know how she claims John like a prize. Relationships aren't common between Spartans. The second she finds out she will put the pallet back in."

Riz's eyes find you with the same mischief she had when talked about John's massive dick.

"Who says anything about relationships? You can just fuck."

Miranda and Kai turn to her with wide eyes.

"Oh my god." You exclaim, shaking your head with a smile.

"Where did you get so bold?" Miranda asks Riz.

A smirk forms on the female Spartan. "Since nothing is holding me back."

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John didn't have a plan in mind, just wandering around until he found your door. It's been a day since he saw you and his mind telling him he needs you again.

He truly wants to deny his feelings, but the second he took his pallet out he started to see you differently. How your hair is always in a lazy hairstyle or how your eyes always have that look of want towards him. Your soft smile when he talks to him and when the two of you are only he can help to love the way your cheeks redden.

The feelings are so strong that it makes him scared, and that's something he truly never felt before.

With all the wars and conflicts he's been in, fear never holds him back.  And it still doesn't, but now as he sees you fighting against whatever, he always prays you come back safely. Every scratch or mark freaks him out. Even the slightest hint of pain stops his heart for a second.

He knows how badass you are, how you are one of the strongest out there who can handle themself perfectly. But he needs you and seeing you bleed is a trigger that John rather not have.

He's the Master Chief, the one they look up to. So how come he's scared of losing you?

Your calm demeanor makes him realize that is what he needs. He's the quiet one and you love to talk.

He doesn't mind it he loves how you can chat for hours with all different kinds of stories about nothing important. But to you, it is, so for him it is as well. As long as it makes you happy, he is happy.

So standing at your door and waiting to knock is what sets him off to eventually open it. He knows the code to your door, you had given it to him whenever he wanted to come over.

But instead of seeing you alone, he's met with four other women.

The TV is on, casting a yellow glow on the woman. Riz is wearing a green set with aliens on it, Kai and another green with "Grinch" written on it (whatever that means), and Miranda a literal blue fuzzy suit with ears on the top.

You, however, wore something a little different.

You wore a skimpy top that barely covered your tits with little cherries on the top and shorts that didn't cover anything, he could see your underwear that barely covered your—

Fuck.

John grunted. "Good evening."

Both Riz and Kai gave their leader a nod with weary eyes.

"John, what made you decide to come over." You ask him as his eyes find you again and drink your body, his eyes looking down until he comes back up again. You shivered when he swallowed, a look of arousal that made you clench your thighs.

"I—I. I wanted to say goodnight." The man grunted before turning around, but you could see just in time his pants tenting at the groin area.

You nod your head. "Oh okay, goodnight, John."

Master Chief gives you a little smile back and walks out, the door closing behind him.

Once he's gone the girls gasp and laugh, now finally witness how the tension is between you and your secret lover.

"Did you see the way he stared at her!" Miranda squeals in delight.

"I told you he wants to fuck her." Riz grins and fist bumps Kai who grins back.

You place your hands on your face and groan. So much for pretending there isn't anything between you.

[short-honey-badger]

Shore Leave 5

Holy moly, did this one get away from me. Lotta stuff happens in this one, and we are introduced to the "antagonist." I guess you could call him.

Anyway! I hope you enjoy!

Shore Leave Masterlist

You wake with a soft groan, blinking your eyes open as you shift in your bed. You snuggle into your pillow and frown when the clothes you wear tug uncomfortably against the blankets. You never wear this many clothes to bed, so why are you now? Mortification burns through you when the memories of last night fly through your mind, and you scramble out of your bed, embarrassed beyond belief. How could you have fallen asleep so quickly last night? You were no stranger to late nights, and had thought you'd have the willpower to stay up.

You cringe to yourself. John must feel so awkward.

You slip from the bed and quickly change clothes, leggings, and a loose blouse with your cow print house shoes. You wash your face and brush your teeth and then bend to fish out a new toothbrush for John to use if he wanted to. Now that you feel refreshed, you slipped out of your bedroom and into the living room where you were greeted with the adorable sight of your new friend curled up on the couch.

The large man had to curl up a bit to comfortably fit, but he looked so at peace that you didn't have the heart to disturb him. Instead, you quietly bypassed John and mosied into the kitchen to start on a hearty breakfast. Your fridge needed to be cleared out anyway.

The Master Chief woke to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs. His blue eyes sprang open, and he bolted up, heart racing as he took in the unfamiliar environment. He relaxes when he recognizes your living room and slumps even further into the cushions when his sensitive ears pick up the sound of you singing. A tiny smile lingers on his lips, and John is tempted to fall back to sleep now that he knows that everything is fine.

A big fluffy orange tail gets his attention, and John leans down to pet Nami, who purrs thunderously at the attention. He scratches her for a while before he eases up from the couch and lopes to the bar that separates the kitchen and living room. John watches you cook, your shoulders drooped and relaxed as you sing a slow song under your breath and flip the Japanese style omelet gently back and forth in the pan. Beside you, there are two plates with seasoned, white rice and thick cuts of bacon and two glasses full of pulpy orange juice.

“Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny

Maybe you're cold, but you're so warm inside.”

You sway gently to the beat only you can hear, humming the next part of the song as you finish up rolling the omelet. You pick up the pan from the stove eye and scoot to the plates where you lay the fluffy eggs across the mountain of rice.

“But if you're cruel, you can be kind, I know

There was never a man like my Johnny.”

You place the pan back on the stove, turning down the heat, and then grab the heavy plate, turning to go set the food on the bar and then go wake John for breakfast. Only to have the man in question staring at you from where he is already seated at the bar. You jump at the sight, and only the hard grip you have on the plate saves the ceramic dishware from the floor. You clutch your chest with your other hand and glare at John.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You grumble at him and set breakfast in front of the big man.

The grin that John wears is all worth the little jump scare when you catch sight of it. It looks more free than the tiny smiles and smirks that he'd given you last night. You wouldn't mind seeing more of it.

“Maybe you should pay more attention,” John quips at you and takes the fork from your outstretched hand. You roll your eyes at him and smack his fork away when he goes to dig into the omelet you'd slaved over.

“Hang on. Hopefully, this works,” you murmur and then take the knife you hold and slice the fluffy eggs down the middle. John thinks that your little coo of joy is the most adorable sound when you watch the omelet split open perfectly, allowing the steaming cheesy eggs to spill out. The smile you aim at him is even better.

“Bon appetit.”

John does it with gusto, and you turn away from the ravenous eating to fix up your own plate with the leftover egg mixture. The spartan is finished by the time you are plating your breakfast, and you are much slower in how you eat, savoring each bite and drinking deeply from your cup of coffee. You tell John to help himself to whatever is left in the pot and then point out the bathroom, and make sure to mention the new toothbrush you'd set out for him.

John does as suggested, draining his cup quick as a flash and then loping to the bathroom to wash up. You finish up and then wash up the dishes before settling on the couch and picking up your data pad left on the end table. Nami joins you on the couch, curling up on the arm and looking at you with big green eyes.

“You like him, too, huh?” You ask her with a grin and scratch behind her ears, making the fluff ball purr even louder.

You flip through a couple of articles and stop when your eyes catch sight of one of them highlighting a new exhibit at the local zoo. You grin as an idea comes to mind and set the tablet aside when John comes out of your bedroom.

“I've got an idea for a trip if you're up for it?” You ask him when he sits beside you on the couch. You grunt in surprise when the Chief suddenly grabs you around the waist and tugs you close, pressing you to his side before he dips and claims your lips in a kiss as sweet as pie.

John has been wanting to kiss you all morning. He is pretty sure he'd dreamed of you last night, the delicate press of your lips along his scarred skin. The curtain of your hair shields the two of you away from the outside world as you sat atop him.

His cheeks heat up at the reminder, and his hand finds the curve of your waist, squeezing gently before he pulls away, resting his brow along your own. John opens his eyes and meets your own, his lips curled in a smug smirk that makes you roll your eyes when you spot it.

“What kind of trip?” He asks you and boldly shifts again, lifting you as though you weigh nothing and sits you fully in his lap. His thumb swipes back and forth on the bit of exposed skin from where your shirt has risen up, and he leans back to rest against the cushions.

Your cheeks blaze at being moved as if you were nothing but a doll, and your thighs tingle from where they are pressed on either side of John's long legs. You lick your lips and force your mind to get back on track and not think of just how big the Master Chief is.

“W-well, there is a new exhibit opening at the zoo. I thought it would be fun for us to go.”

The Chief stalls in his tracks. The zoo? He's never had the chance to go to one before. He is silent as he recalls the last time he'd been even close to one and frowns when his memory provides him with images of destroyed animal enclosures, glassed over by the covenant. He comes back to himself when you wrap your hand around his free wrist and squeeze softly.

“I would like that,” He assures you and smooths his hand down so that he can tangle his fingers with your own. He raises his hand and presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, watching your eyes go half lidded in pleasure and wonders if you would look how you did in his dream. If only he had the nerve to touch you so confidently.

“Though I would like to stop by base to change, if you are okay with waiting for me?”

You nod easily, “Of course I'm fine with waiting.”

You wish you had the courage to ask if he wanted to stay with you through his shore leave, but you'd hate to come off as clingy, so you stay silent about it, and instead try and shimmy off his lap to no avail.

“I've got to get ready, ya know.” You point out, but John only shrugs at you and untangles his hand from your own so that he can cup your jaw in his big palm. He casts his blue-eyed gaze over you, smoothing his thumb up to slide over your bottom lip.

“I know, but I'd like to try something,” he says, and you dip your head in silent permission when he meets your eyes. His thumb puts pressure down, and you allow your mouth to fall open. John leans in and kisses you, his tongue sliding past your lips to tease your own pink muscle and explore the hot cavern of your mouth. You keen into the intimate kiss, not having expected him to do such a thing, but not unhappy about it. Instead, you push forward lips wrapping around his tongue and gently sucking on the muscle, causing a deep groan to rumble out of the Master Chief.

John isn't sure how long he kisses you, but he doesn't have any intention of stopping. He wants to know what other sounds you might make for him. The spartan isn't used to letting his more carnal desires take over, but he would gladly drop all his walls if he could know what you taste like.

Your lips are red and swollen by the time you have to break the heated exchange. Your stomach is tight with arousal, and you can feel his hardening length between your legs. You want to see it, but you close your eyes and take a deep, calming breath instead. You fall forward and rest your face against his chest, and John wraps his arms around you, making you feel like the safest person in the galaxy.

“I still need to get ready,” you mumble against his chest but make no move to get up. John just tightens his grip and presses his lips to the crown of your head.

Eventually, the two of you rise, and you hop in the shower just long enough for your normal routine before drying off and dressing in a pair of worn jeans and a nice shirt. Your tennis shoes are next since so much walking is in your future, and then lastly your bag and phone. John watches you lock the door after saying goodbye to Nami and then follows you outside and to the sidewalk.

It's a good thirty minute walk to the base that he is stationed at, and you have to assure him that you don't mind the journey multiple times. He keeps a close eye out while the two of you walk, his training kicking in even when he is supposed to “forget” who he is for these next two weeks. John wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let something happen to you.

“You can wait in the lobby,” He says when you arrive at the large, dark stone building. You nod silently and follow him through the automatic doors, feeling a bit nervous coming inside. You've never had a reason to come here before, after all.

John leaves you waiting in a chair near the entrance of the building, and you flip through your datapad as you wait. You are interrupted soon after by a harsh clearing of the throat. You look up and see a man dressed in a crisp uniform, his face clean shaven and his dark hair cut at regulation. You can spot tattoos looping through his shorn hair. He is handsome like most military men are, his green eyes dark and full of curiosity.

“Can I help you with anything ma'am?” He asks, and his tone is friendly despite the permanent scowl on his face.

“No, but thank you, Sir. I'm just waiting on a friend,” you say with a smile and expect him to leave you be, only for the marine to sit down beside you and offer his hand.

“Major Dwight Baroque. It's nice to meet you, miss..?”

You shake his hand with a strained smile and introduce yourself quietly.

“May I ask who you're waiting for?” The Major says, and you answer slowly and realize that you only know John's first name. You'd never asked for anything else, though that was kind of the goal at the moment. You wanted John to feel human for once in his life.

“Ah, well. His name is John. I didn't ask, and he didn't tell me his rank or anything,” you say, a bit embarrassed about it now that you think about it.

The soldier chuckles and sits back in the seat, “Do you mind if I wait with you? Pretty women like yourself shouldn't be left alone for too long, ya know.”

You laugh and shift awkwardly in your seat and wish that John would hurry up and get out here. While you appreciated everything that the UNSC did, that didn't mean that you wanted one of them to flirt with you so badly.

“I'm sure you've got better things to do than babysit me,” you say and look up just in time to spit John stalking toward you, a deep scowl darkening his face when he spots the Major beside you.

“Actually, John is here now.”

You don't expect the marine to look at John and his face transform into something so rage filled that it's ugly. You gulp when the Major glares at you next, but your own angered confusion raises its head at his words.

“That's John? You know he's a freak right?”

You blink at him, jerking your head back as if you'd been struck. You stand from your chair, voice furious, “Excuse me?”

Baroque scoffs loudly and stands as well. He still looks tiny compared to John when the other man gets to your side. The Chief stands just behind you and reaches out to place a big hand on your shoulder, “_, just let it go. It's not worth it.”

“What? No. I want to know why he thinks you're a freak,” you snap back, incensed at the lack of fight in John's voice. Why wasn't he defending himself?

“Didn't he tell you what he was?” Dwight continues, and his tone turns smug, as if what he would say next would change your option about your new friend.

“He's a Spartan. Everything that he is came out of a bottle. He's nothing but a science experiment.”

You feel John tense behind you, his grip on your shoulder tightening to the point of pain. You bear it with grace and glare at the smug Major.

“Well, now I know why he's so tall, at least.” You quip and reach up to curl your hand around his wrist, squeezing tightly to get the Spartans' attention. You aim a grin his way and tug his arm.

“Let's go, John. We shouldn't waste any more time.”

The Major seems flabbergasted at your lack of care over John being a spartan, but he quickly turns outraged and moves to step forward. John sees the way he goes to grab you and bodily moves you, putting himself in the way of the Major and glaring down at his superior officer.

“Have a good day, Major,” he growls and then escorts you out of the building before the other man could cause any more of a scene.

You huff and puff as soon as you are out of the building, an annoyed scowl on your face as you call the Major mean names under your breath. John watches you, and his heart lurches in his chest. You had stood up for him. You hadn't even cared that he was a spartan.

He doesn't stop himself from closing the distance and sweeping you up for a kiss, hands landing on your hips, and holding you close until he pulls away with a soft sigh.

“Thank you,” He whispers, and you shake your head with a small frown.

“You shouldn't have to thank me for showing you the same kind of kindness any human deserves. That guy was an idiot, and you should never listen to people like him. You are a hero, John.”

The Master Chief doesn't know what to say to all that, so he just kisses you again, and you can feel how relieved and happy he is knowing that you don't give a damn about what he is. His blue eyes shine when he pulls away, and then he leads you in the direction of the nearest bus transport.

“We should go before it's too late. I want to see everything,” John says, and you laugh in joy as you follow after him.

“Sounds good to me! Let's go!”

[lialacleaf]

The Chief And The Intern

Chief x Reader

Was Waiting All Along

It had been months since you had heard from John. Life hadn’t been the same since you’d gone back to finish your last semester of your master degree. University used to excite you, but after having run around the galaxy with the UNSC, being in actual danger, you felt bored.

Your friends noticed the difference when suddenly you were unavailable to go to the mall, and more interested in visiting the firing range.

Your mother almost fainted when she learned you’d taken up a martial arts class in your spare time. Your grades weren’t suffering, so you didn’t exactly see the problem.

Your father had pestered you every day to submit your application to his company, but the only place you’d sent your application was the UNSC’s board of communications.

You were going to find John, and the rest of Blue Team. You couldn’t just submit to the life your parents wanted for you, even if you’d be monumentally disappointing them.

You were scrolling through your laptop in your little dormitory when you saw it. You’d been scrolling through emails for hours, each rejection letter making your heart sink further and further when you saw it.

“We would like to receive your application for our recently opened clerical assistant position.”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing but there was one little phrase that caught your eye.

“Reporting to Spartan Lieutenant 104”

There was no way. Fred had found you? How in the world had he managed that? You took a quick glance over the email before following the provided link to submit your application and cover letter.

“You did what?” your father asked as you silently cut into your steak.

“I applied to the UNSC, and I got in. I’m leaving after the graduation ceremony,” you stated firmly.

“But what about the job your father lined up for you at his company! You’re just going to throw that away? I can’t imagine the UNSC is going to pay someone very much for communications work,” your mother rambled frantically as she set her fork down.

Family diners in your parent’s penthouse were always tense, but this was another ball park entirely.

“It’s clerical work actually,” you muttered.

“Yn! What are you thinking!” your mother asked.

I’m thinking there’s a very handsome space soldier up there waiting for me. I’m thinking I’m tired of being coddled at thirty two years old.

“It’s a good opportunity. Free travel, important connections-“

“It’s unsafe!”

“Nowhere is safe Mom!” You said, slamming your knife on the table. “I’m tired of pretending that Sydney is safe just because it makes you feel better to have me at arm's length,” you said, standing from your place at the table.

“You’re not going to survive out there, yn,” your father scoffed.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have before, but things are different now. I’m not changing my mind on this.”

Your parents didn’t come to your graduation ceremony. You noticed that their chairs were empty as you lined up to walk across the stage.

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were being punished for not doing what you were told. Despite having argued with them, you’d at least wanted them to attend.

You tried to smile for the pictures as you walked across the stage, but it didn’t feel real. After the ceremony you packed your suitcases and left your dorm for the shuttles.

What if John wasn’t waiting for you anymore? What if you got up there and he’d moved on entirely?

You felt your throat tighten as you neared the pickup and your legs began to shake.

Were you making a mistake? Could you still turn around? Your parents would never respect you if you did.

You shook your head, silencing these thoughts as you loaded onto the shuttle. This wasn’t just about John. You were doing this for yourself as well.

“Wasn’t she supposed to be here already?”

Fred didn’t bother answering the question, knowing full well that if he told John the cargo ship was running late he’d probably grab a rifle and a ship and go out looking for you himself.

Six months wasn’t a long time, but it was long enough to make the Master Chief miss you so much he could hardly breathe.

“She’ll get here when she gets here,” Fred said with a shrug as they waited in the cargo hold.

“She’ll probably be hungry, we should take her to the mess. She’s probably forgotten how to get there,” Kelly said, admittedly excited to see you again.

When the intercom finally announced the arrival of your ship, Blue Team sprung into action. John searched the faces of deboarding passengers for you, feeling a sense of panic until your smaller figure appeared, hauling two large suitcases.

He froze all of a sudden, willing his feet to move but unable to do so. He’d never felt this way before. Never had to hesitate, and yet he felt as if his stomach was doing summersaults.

Your eyes finally settled on him, and your feet halted.

Six months. Had anything changed?

You moved first, your hands abandoning their grip on your bags as you ran to him. Time seemed to catch up with the Spartan all of a sudden, and he barely registered that you had flung yourself towards him in time to bend forward and wrap his arms around your waist, hauling you in for a tight hug that squeezed the breath right out of you.

You buried your face in the Chief’s shoulder and sighed, the smell of gunpowder and cinnamon a sure sign that you were home.

“How’d you find me?” You murmured into his shoulder.

“Wasn’t that hard. Had some connections keeping an eye out for you. Ready to get back to work?”

He asked, setting you down as Fred and Kelly retrieved your bags. Linda gave you a firm pay on the shoulder in greeting.

This was exactly what you needed. Blue Team’s support, the promise of adventure on the horizon, and the Chief’s arms around you.

“As I’ll ever be,” you declared with a grin and the Spartan smiled softly at you. He had you back, and this time he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

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[agender-wolfie]

Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️

[fortheb0ys]

I want Master Chief to take off his helmet. See his pretty face, sweat covered and glistening. A proud look on it from a mission well done.

I want to see that same face, just a different look on it. A look of desperation replacing it. Needy lust taken over him.

He's on his knees in full gear. His erection pressing painfully in his suit. His tongue hanging past his chapped lips. Eyes trained on your cock. A begging glimpse behind them.

He wants what's his. He wants his reward. He wants you in his mouth. Hands palm at the bulge in your pants, feeling blood fill your member quickly.

Your thumbs caressing is stubbled chin as you cradle his face. Eyes connecting, so does your understanding. You know what he needs and he will get it.

A small kiss is placed on his forehead.

"Well done, sweetheart." You whisper into the flushed skin behind his ear.

He closes his eyes in anticipation as eye contact is finally severed. The sound of your zipper, a clear sign of what's to come.