#emile a239/reader

[ceyx-of-the-shore]

When The Music Stops

PAIRING: Emile-A239 x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You were the only one who Emile would listen to in times like these. You didn't know he valued you as much as you did him.

WARNINGS: Angst in the beginning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury/fighting, eventual fluff, growing feelings, Emile is heavily sarcastic and comes off as blunt, no set timeline - just a drabble, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform/into an A.I. program.*

You rush into the room, the door sliding quickly to the side beside you as a rush of chilled air slaps your face. The facilities on Reach were always cold—freezing, actually. Like a damn meat locker. The Medical branch more so than anywhere else, but this time you could deal with it. 

At the very least, it could steady out your heated annoyance.

“Emile!” You call, locking instantly onto the heavily armored man standing in his Mark V[B] at the center of the small room, hands clenched so hard you hear his gloves squeal as his knuckles crack inside of them. But the Spartan had already turned his helmeted face to you long before you opened that door, hearing your footsteps down the hall, the pattern of which he’d memorized months ago. That carved skeleton jeers in the overhead light, every little cut a funeral service for Covenant troops scored like paint across a canvas. 

To you, it was a far too familiar sight, and you liked it far more when it was out of your Ward.

“Jesus,” you comment, slapping the pad on the wall to make the door shut behind you as you walk through with a serious face, waving your hands in anger. “What the hell happened out there?! I have half of the staff running around trying to gather enough supplies to stabilize a damn skull fracture, Emile!” 

There’s blood on the ground of the examination room—your examination room. But it wasn’t Emile’s. It drips from his fingers and his MJOLNIR like a red river of dark deeds. The Spartan doesn’t even seem to mind it, and, you know, he doesn’t. If you had to guess, you would say he enjoyed it.

“Nothing,” that monotone voice slowly drips out, the SPARTAN-III nonchalantly shaking out his left wrist and fixing his stance, even though that casual rigidity remains. Animalistic calm. “Just cleaned up a few loose ends, Doc.”

“There are three ODSTs that went in for combat training today and are spending the night in here because of you,” you hiss, stalking up to the gigantic man and pointing a finger into his chest plate. He has to physically look down at you at this angle, and you think you’ll never get used to his unnatural height—both in and out of the MJOLNIR. “Carter warned you about another fight with non-Spartans, Emile—this can’t keep happening! I can’t keep trying to cover for you when you lose your temper!”

For once you’re shocked that the man in front of you lets you spew your words; it wasn’t often the hothead had nothing to say for himself, certainly about his own actions when his gung-ho attitude came out.

Your glare softens, tirade stalled for but a moment as the minutes lengthen after your scolding.

A silence falls, your own eyes blinking down at you from the reflection of the scarred visor, those etched marks that make up the image of death unwavering. Not a sliver of the Spartan’s visage is to be seen—it rarely is. Emile breathed slightly heavily, and his arms shook with leftover anger from not half-an-hour earlier when he’d sent his fist into those ODSTs. You can hear the scrape of his esophagus as clear as day, and if you strain your ears harder, you can image his fire-like pulse as well. 

Where a deep disappointment had bred, now only concern takes its place.

You blink, raising a hand from your side hesitantly; pausing. 

“Emile?” At the small touch on his elbow, the Spartan tenses, but you easily speak in a soft tone, dipping your voice. You can’t recall seeing Emile so…statue-still. “Hey,” you utter, brows creasing as the Spartan’s visor refuses to move an inch from staring you down. As if trying to calm himself by only your presence alone. “Hey, Big Guy. Okay, let’s…let’s take a breath, alright?”

You steady your own, but you know the rapid beat of your heart gives you away.

Emile grunts, turning his head from you to glare at the side wall; you know his jaw is clenched tight under his helmet. But he does as you ask, and you feel his chest bump your form as he inhales deeply.

It was a good thing you found him—of all the staff here, you seemed to be the only one he actually listened to. Even now, it brings a small feeling of pride with it, and you know it shouldn't.

It’s a quiet moment that once more settles, and you feel his tension seep out while you still hold onto his elbow, occasionally caressing your thumb up and down. You know the man best; you’re prideful because you’re the only medic on Reach equipped to handle his snark and aggression—the best at it. And the simple fact is that Emile only comes to you anyway.

“Good,” you nod softly. Taking a step back, you slowly tilt your head and frown at him. 

He scoffs before he speaks, but it lacks any venom. 

“Came on there pretty hard, Doc.” A nickname for you, only he’s allowed to use it. Emile grumbles and crosses his arms, feet spacing out. But his tone is…off. “Thought I’d be on my ass in a little bit.” “What happened?” You don’t beat around the bush, your eyes deathly serious. “You’re not acting right at all. You haven’t even bragged about how easy they were to bring down.”

“So I need to brag now, is that it?” 

Glaring, you set your jaw and level out with him. “Show me your hands, A-239.”

“Woah,” Emile drags out the word, chuckling as you grapple for his hand, moving his head to the side as if studying an ant and saying sarcastically. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Peeling back the armor plating and the thick undersuit, you’re left with slightly inflamed knuckles. With the enhancements of the Spartan's physical forms, even so for the IIIs, these would heal fairly quickly—hours at most. But the sight still rang off alarm bells. 

How hard had he been punching those ODSTs to leave a mark on himself? Through armor and muscle? 

“Emile,” you urge, firm attention staying on the swelling.

You can feel his eyes on you—digging and heavy. But on this, you would not relent. In your time together, you’d grown fond of him and his horrible attitude. He was off putting, sure, and rough: a bit bad for civilian relations, of course; yet you’d had the privilege to know him as others usually didn’t. 

Emile was bluntly honest, and with you…he listened. That was a trust far earned and it had taken months to even get a break in him.

The giant released a low sigh and with a hand motion that equaled ‘fine,’ he shook his head and pushed out through a board tone. “...They were talking ‘bout you. Didn’t like their tones.” A finger touches the back of your skull, brushing across it briefly and disappearing as if never there. You fight back a gasp. “‘Specially when they thought it was smart to say it when I was right there.” 

You pause at that, still holding his warm hand as his fingers twitch in your grasp—tiny things compared to the calluses and bulk of muscle. It’s like your heart stops, a foreign heat making the room's chill completely halt. 

You stare at his knuckles and feel your eyes blink quickly. Inside of your chest, your heart completely skips beats.

“Took ‘em to the ring,” he says like he’s reading a report. “Threw ‘em down. They lost and I won, and I made them think twice when they’re talking about my favorite Medic like that.” His helmet shifts your way. “You think I’d let them get away with that, Doc?” 

“I…” you stutter, for once in your life, lost for words. Emile chuckles to himself, tilting his head mockingly. 

“Now isn’t that nice.” 

Your face burns even more as the man’s hand shifts out of your hold, tapping your chin up with a finger. His helmet leans into you. 

“Thought I’d stop by and have my girl check up on me before someone else managed to get in my way. You didn’t disappoint. Never do.” You’re speechless, heart rapidly pounding and throat bobbing with a swallow. You know he sees it because he chuckles again and his head moves up and down in a sweep of your body.

Emile hums, squeezing your flesh with his thumb and forefinger before letting his hand drop and pulling on his glove. 

“You hear anything going ‘round about you, you just let me know, yeah?” There’s a serious edge to that sentence. “Let me take care of it.” 

All you do is nod dumbly a blank moment later and feel your face go malleable. You don’t even know how to respond to that—you shouldn’t be encouraging physical fights just because you thought it was an…archaically sweet, if not inherently violent, sentiment.

But was Emile anything but? You knew what you were getting into.

“Good.” Emile moves his head back and stares for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling in a silent sigh of breath, before, soldier-like once more, he walks forward and exits the room with a whoosh of recycled air.

“Be seeing you, Doc.”

You hear the door slap shut and still gape at where he once stood in front of you, fire under your skin and a deep pull in your heart as you stutter under your breath. Clearing your throat minutes later, you blink, flatten out your clothes, and quickly exit into the hallway—hearing every connection of your feet to the floor.

There was something so very wrong about this that made you want to see how it might end. Even if it resulted in your blood-thirsty Spartan standing in your examination room once more, knuckles swollen and his body looming above yours like a silent, skeletal sentinel; some brutish dog ready to tear flesh at a moment's notice.

If only to feel his bare skin again, and the weight of his words on your chest.

"Shit," you breathe, grasping at the bridge of your nose as nurses rush past you. All of your thoughts are about Emile, and you have to internally wonder when that had started happening. "...This isn't good."

[ageless-aislynn]

You know that Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure fic with Noble Team I've been threatening to write talking about for a while? No, well, not too surprising because it's been a while and I have nothing to show for it.

Technically, I actually do have most of the first chapter done as well as portions of the chapters for each Noble Team member. I should mention they're done in Word. You know, the program I can't use anymore so essentially they're here but are inaccessible to me now? I'm not stressed about that or anything, though! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway. Guess who just got an idea for another Choose Your Own... type story for Noble Team?

Yeah, maybe I should do that instead.

*whispers* Anyway, what it was about was...

NEVER MIND, GEESH.

😜

[love-beyond-space-war]

Hello! i'd like to request an Emile x F!Reader. Where they had both been in Alpha Company as kids but got separated right before everything went south. Him going off on one mission then her on another, but they reunite on reach when she takes the place of noble 6? But instead of them nothing being trapped on reach when it gets glassed they're able to escape with Cortana?

Oh I love this idea 🥺 I'll see what I can do for it!

Survivors

Emile-A239 x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Emile had always known Carter, Jun, and Thom in Alpha Company. Yet back then he also knew a young girl who was a cadet like him. After graduation he thinks he'll never see her again. Turns out... that changes when NOBLE needs a new member.

Content Warnings: Romantic Pairing, Female Reader/Male Character pairing, Halo Reach AU where Emile and Noble 6! Reader do not die, Canon typical violence, Mass death/family death mention, Spoilers for Halo Reach, Jun is still alive he's just not around, Swearing.

Emile had considered you a comrade when you were in Alpha Company. It was you, Emile, Carter, Jun, and Thom along with many others in training. Despite having such comrades, Emile still only ever craved vengeance for what happened to his previous family.

The Covenant killed them all.

Even though Emile only ever trained with revenge and murder on his mind when he was very young, you still came up to him with a friendly tone. You, like some many other Spartans, had your family wiped out by the alien threat. Despite such a blow it looked like you were able to keep your head up. You were quite the hopeful young girl.

You always greeted Emile with a smile. Even during harsh training you still tried to keep your team's spirit up. Call it childish but ever since the age of ten he managed to develop a crush on you. You two were a great team, only made better when Carter, Jun, and Thom aided you.

Unfortunately romantic relations, especially at such a young age, is frowned upon in the UNSC. This lead to Emile hiding such thoughts that managed to slip past his conditioning. He hid them right up until his graduation at age 13.

After his graduation you two were sent your separate ways. It hurt to know he may never see you again. You're sent to two different teams, two different missions...

Emile deep down feared you'd perish, but he had a goal to reach.

Despite such a fear he pushed away his irrational feelings of puppy love. He managed to make his way onto NOBLE team with Carter, Thom, and Jun. He even met Jorge and Kat. Emile still thought of you from time to time but he bet you were fulfilling your own goals.

You were probably keeping your team happy too... he almost envies it.

It isn't until after the Battle of Fumirole and loss of Thom that Emile sees a new member of NOBLE. It's hard for everyone to lose Thom, even Emile struggles but keeps looking forward to making the Covenant pay. Yet a new NOBLE 6 must be picked.

Emile was never expecting it to be you.

The only people who didn't recognize you were Jorge and Kat. Yet they could tell from how the other three acted that you were someone they could trust. Carter greeted you as a leader and a friend. Jun teased you and asked how your other missions went. Emile waved but could only watch in stunned silence as you asked Carter about Thom.

You had your own customized armor. You still held yourself well and didn't look like you cracked under pressure. You even managed to lighten the mood when things seemed tense. He could tell even Kat and Jorge noticed the way you improved the team already.

Despite such happy behavior, Emile knew you were still just as vulnerable as anyone else. You may encourage those around you... but deep down you have your own fears. You didn't like being alone... you hated the idea of losing soldiers.

Even after you met with your new team you gravitated towards Emile, he could tell the news of Thom settled in after the introductions.

"I'm so sorry about Thom..." You say softly, your tone quiet as you speak with Emile. "He made s great sacrifice out there."

"Soldiers die." Emile mutters to himself, he's seen it many times before. Spartans were often just meant to fulfill a purpose and that's it. "... but I'm glad you're here."

"How long has it been?" You ask, referring to your time at Alpha Company.

"Long time now. Not really that important. All that matters is the mission and stopping the threat, yeah?" Emile hums towards you, signaling that it was time to move.

"I guess you're right." You answer, waving towards Emile before following Carter.

"You'll do great out here... Noble 6." Emile manages to say before following his squad.

It felt just like old times. Fighting beside you reminded him of Alpha Company, when you were all just little kids. Little kids groomed for war... a bitter thought, but a necessary evil.

You weren't some little girl now, you're now a grown woman while he is a grown man. Both nearing your 30's and trained killing machines, he didn't realize how much he missed you until now. Even now you still seemed like yourself despite seeing the horrors of alien combat.

Although he was keen enough to notice the times where you appear more dulled than usual... that happiness from when you were little now seems more forced. He can't blame you. It must be taxing.

The whole thing is for him.

He will admit having you on the team made things easier. You got the job done, you're always careful, and you always look out for your team. You're a great soldier.

He tries to suffocate the feelings within him.

All he should think of is the mission. All he should think about is revenge for his family and all of humanity. That's all that matters. Everything else is second.

However, as Emile lost comrades left and right, he worried for you. Each time one of them was lost you seemed to dull. You still tried to encourage those around you, most of the time it was him even when he didn't need it, but he could tell you were growing hopeless. You didn't like the loss.

Your biggest fear was coming true.

By the time Carter sacrificed himself to take down the Scarab tank, Emile could tell your whole demeanor changed. You didn't bother even acting happy anymore. You looked broken down... yet he could see you were still determined to deliver the package to Keyes.

Emile promised himself he'd protect you until the package was secured. He tried not to think of you as he used the MAC gun to take down incoming Phantoms. You could handle the enemy down below, he'd handle the enemy in the sky. He didn't stop clearing the sky until he heard you on his through his helmet.

"Package secure."

"I've got your back."

"No, you're coming with me, Emile."

"We won't make it."

"Bullshit we won't."

It's then he sees you signal for Keyes to stop before rushing towards him. Emile slides out of the MAC gun but prepares to fight when Elite Zealots make their move in him. He thinks he'll die here for you and wishes you just left.

Instead he's met with the spray of gunfire and you pulling him along. He can tell you're determined as you make sure the Elite threat is dead before ushering him onto the Pelican with Keyes. For now, the sky is clear, clear enough for Pillar of Autumn to take off along with the Pelican.

It's then the Pelican heads for the Pillar of Autumn with you and Emile on it. The air is tense around you but Emile can tell you seem relieved. He's thankful you cared for him... even if it was against the mission.

Emile knows why you saved him. Even with the visor on he can tell. You went against orders for one reason and one reason alone.

You don't want to be alone...

- AFTERMATH -

Until you could be moved to somewhere else, Keyes had said you two were going to be put into Cryo sleep. It wasn't right away however, so you both had time to recollect yourselves. Emile admittedly couldn't stop staring when your helmet was off.

"Risky call to save me back there." Emile comments and you look over at him. He winces when he sees the look in your eyes.

"Was I supposed to just let you die like all the rest?" You say softly, sadness in your tone. "You're... we're lucky to even be alive right now to keep fighting."

"All thanks to you." Emile admits. "... thank you."

"It's no problem, it's what we're supposed to do."

Silence overcomes both of you as you contemplate the future. Supposedly Jun had gotten out okay so you both wonder if you'll see him again. Emile is the one to break the silence and your train of thought.

"You look really pretty without the helmet." Emile comments and you turn to him with a flustered yet confused expression.

"Emile...?"

"Look, can I be honest?" Emile asks, leaning back on the wall.

"Sure."

"I've had a thing for you since Alpha Company." Emile admits. "Thought I should at least get it out there now...."

"Poor timing." You sigh but smile at him. "Yet I guess I've felt similarly."

"Really now?" Emile asks.

"Yes, but of course, can't really express such a thing with war raging on." You sigh softly. "I'm... just happy I never lost you."

Emile shoves himself off the wall to walk closer to you. He grabs your attention and pats your back roughly. It's friendly and innocent, an attempt to keep your hopes up.

"Again, all thanks to you. I owe you for that."

"You don't owe me anything." You smile softly, kissing his cheek/visor softly. "I'm fine just knowing we both care for each other."

"Always have, always will." Emile promises. "Now, shouldn't we prepare for Cryo sleep as the Captain said?"

"Yes, Emile." You agree, putting your helmet back on. You then adjust your helmet's comms before speaking again. "This a secure channel?"

"Yes?" Emile answers, confused.

"I love you." You say softly and Emile feels his face heat.

"You too...." Emile replies back before reporting back to Keyes with you on the Pillar of Autumn.

[witchie-writings]

If you’re still taking requests for Halo….Jorge or John protecting their s/o? Thank you!

Hey there Anon! I was unaware of the new character limit that Tumblr had put in place (which is, quite frankly, stupid) and unfortunately I went way over the given limit, so instead, I just decided that if my writing exceeds the limit, I'll have a link that is connected to a Google Doc that has the headcanons laid out for you. I'm quite the boomer when it comes to this new "block" stuff, I'm sure I'll figure it out, but for now, this will have to do. Sorry about this!

Link:

JORGE PROTECTING HIS S/O HEADCANONS

[justxrandomxlivia]

Emile A239 x fem!Reader part two

Portrait by Joshua Ezzell

Part one Masterlist

Summary: After meeting up with the rest of Team Noble, you're set out on your first mission. Things don't go as planned and you end up arguing with Emile about your behavior. Just why does he have to hold your face like this and stand so damn close you can barely breathe?

Warnings: war, mention of weapons, mention of death, angst, sarcasm, overall harmless, with some hints of early stage smut

Word count: 4503

AN: I posted the second chapter a couple of days ago already, but I was not satisfied how it turned out. So I wrote many parts new and I promise you. You will fall in love with Emile now! He is the most precious angry fluffball ever.

Chapter two: Be a good girl, and I'll take my helmet off for you

15 minutes have already passed, since we started in New Alexandria. We left the heavy rain clouds in the city, and I can finally see a few sunrays again. Two weeks I haven’t seen the sun anymore. The feeling that I’ll never see the sun anymore, grew bigger, minute by minute as I waited in my apartment for pick up.

But being now with Noble Team, makes me believe that everything will be fine. Carter explained me the situation, we are meeting rest of the Noble Team at a safe zone camp. 80 click souths from my home city. Once we arrived, we will be heading 20 click west to an old military facility for pick up of an ONI squad. With this squad we will leave fly all the way to Reach and head towards Quezon. West of New Alexandria, behind the ocean. Once we arrived, Noble Team will drop me off and I will get escorted by a UNSC special forces squad to earth.

Then I will just wait for the war to be over before I can return home? Somehow this doesn’t go well with me. I trained years of my life; I have been in different wars myself already. Against Rebels, Terrorists and others. So why am I not allowed to fight now. Its my home as well. I should fight with my brothers and sisters.

“We are landing in 2 minutes.” Says a pilot over the radio, what rips me out of my thoughts. And as we are descending, I can see how the sun slowly sets itself behind the thick clouds and mountains. I’m looking at Carter, who gives me a nod to get ready. Emile on the other side had said nothing. Not a single word, for the 15 minutest as we are in the sky. He just sat at the edge of the helicopter, scanning the area with a heavy machine gun. He seems more professional than I thought in the first place. Maybe I got him all wrong.

The helicopter eventually landed, and I followed Carter into a little tent. Four Spartans were looking directly at me as I entered. Spartans can be really scaring sometimes…

“Noble Team, this is Miss l/n. Ma’am, meet Kat, noble two.” A woman in light blue Armor nods at me. I try my best to nod with a serious face back. Trying to hide my nervosity. As Carter continues: “Jun, Jorge, Noble three and Noble five. And Lieutenant Sixx, obviously he got the callsign Noble six.” He pointed at everyone, while walking towards a simple build contact station. I looked at each of them, “It’s an honour to meet you. You can call me y/n. I don’t really like those formalities.” It sounded a little more desperate then I hoped it would, but maybe it helps me to stay calm.

Kat turned to me and gave me a light smile: “I’ve read your file Ma’am. You are more tough than you look. No need to feel intimidated by us. We don’t bite. Well, almost all of us don’t.” With that, she lifted her head and looked behind me. “You should just stay a little alert around our Grim Reaper.” She chuckled and turned her attention toward the contact station. A little confused I looked behind, seeing Emile standing at the tent entrance. Of course, he bites. I’m not even surprised; he looks like he could and probably would at one point. Quickly I turn my attention to the rest of the squad. Jorge was once a commander of the squad I served with. Against Insurrectionists, here on Reach. “Sir, it’s good to see a familiar face.” I said to him. He smiled softly, as he came a little closer to me. With his heavy hand on my shoulder he said: “Y/n, I’m glad to see you are in one piece. Your father was quite worried as he heard about the covenant. We will bring you to safety as soon as possible.” I smiled back. “Yes, thanks for that, I guess. Even though, I should fight for my home, not run away from it.” With my smile fading into a face of self-disappointment, he just let out a laugh. “I didn’t expect anything less from you. You will get a chance. But your father gives and order, and we all, just as you, are supposed to follow it.”

He's right. “But I hope I can at least kick some ass before leaving Reach.” I replied.

“Alright, attention Team.” Carter interrupts our little, small talk. And everybody pays close attention to the contact station. A hologram map shows up. He points at an ONI facility; “20 clicks west, we will meet a backup squad and secure the facility. Taking down all covenant and bring the facility back online.” He picks up a small P.a.d. from the table and hands to me. “Make sure to stay in contact at all times ma’am.” A quick nod from me as response as I fix the p.a.d. on my wrist.

Kat looks at me, “She needs some weapons, or do you want any of us to play babysitter?” She clearly won’t take the job, that’s the tone of her voice saying. Carter points with his thumbs at a weapon chest next to the station. “Take what you are most comfortable with.” He says to me. I response with another nod. As he continues: “Anyway else, I want that one of you stay full time with her. She is a highly important freight. We can’t take any chances.” He looks at each of the Noble Team members. I hope he picks Jorge. He’s the only one I know and to be honest, he’s the only next to Carter who I’d trust.

 But he had other plans. “Emile, make sure she doesn’t get a single scratch. Team, we’re leaving in 10 minutes. Get ready.” He just dismisses us and is about to leave the tent. When Emile finally says something: “What? Sir with all due respect, you gotta be kidding!” He sounds angry.

Kat comes next to Emile: “Sir, I must agree with Emile, for the first time ever. I’m sure that Six or Jorge would be the better candidate for the job.” She really argues with the commander. I’m curious if she tries to protect Emile, or me? But it seems that Carter won’t budge. “My decision is made. No discussion. I need your skillset to make sure she will arrive in Quezon alive.” He says with a stern look, then he looks at me: “Ma’am. Take the weapons of your choice, vest, night vision and get ready to move.” With his final words, he leaves. And so do the others one by one. Kat looks one time more at me, “Good luck.” She smiles at me with a concerned face and leaves. While Jorge comes past me, he pats me on the shoulder, before leaving the tent as well. Now it’s only Emile and me. This is going to be great. Really great. I let out a sigh as I look at him. Then, there it is again. That feeling. He looks at me, and I can feel how he tries to kill me with his piercing stare. I turn around, trying to ignore his death threat and walk towards the weapon chest, short after I turned away, Emile left the tent as well. I survived. For now.

Now let’s pick some toys. There are not many weapons in, but I quickly made my decision. I take a MK50 Sidekick, a great sidearm that's ideal for finishing weakened enemies off. As I trained for the Airforce, I worked mainly as sniper and medic, so I’ll chose the S7 Sniper. Light and compact. The exact model I trained with, from the beginning of my time in the UNSC Airforce.

Even though I was categorized as too small for the UNSC to join in the first place, it gave me many opportunities to take down enemies in close range, while I could move faster around them and take them down with a combat knife. So of course, I’ll be taking a M1 combat knife, as I used back in the fights. A bullet proof vest and a night vision device. Ready dressed and packed, I make my way out of the tent. As I turn the corner to meet rest of the team at the landing zone, my soul leaves at the second I get yelled at, by a certain skull visor. “What the hell? You are dum?!” Emile yells at me from behind as I get shocked to the core and jump around, I see how he stomps towards me. That’s it. I’m going to die. What have I done to deserve that. I’m just praying to God, while he stops right in front of me, looking down on me, as if I’m a little child. Then he growls: “A sniper rifle? Do I look like I wanna sit in a corner drinking tea while the others dance with the covenant scum? Go pick Jun if you’re too scared to face the enemy directly, but I’m not taking care of you then!” He stomps past me.

Hold up. That’s why he is mad? God, he is the little child. I definitely will have a hard time handling him, but I’m not going to change my weapon. It will come in handy, and I still have my sidekick gun. I shake my head as if I try to shake his anger off me. Then I make my last steps to the landing zone. Standing next to Emile, I look up at him with a serious face: “Just for your knowledge, with a sniper rifle that size, I can easily take down any enemy who will come in closer range. Also I got a MK50 sidekick. Captain Obvious. In the end it’s going to be me, who has to make sure you don’t get a scratch. And probably will end up babysitting you then. So you better be more kind. Sir.” Realizing what I just said, I can hear the others giggle. The only ones clearly not laughing is me. Why do I have to push my limits always. He’s so going to abandon me in a fight. Or even push me off a cliff, should we come across one. I want to facepalm myself. But - Hold up! He is laughing himself. What the??

I look now even more shocked towards him, he is serious laughing. He turns his head to me, “You think I need back up from a tiny dwarf like you? Not even your wildest dream.” Is he insulting me now? Or joking? I’m confused! To my luck, I can hear Carter approaching from behind, with an amused voice he pats me on the shoulder: “I told you, you two will get along just fine.”

With the team in a good mood, we split up in two groups and jump on the helicopters. Kat, Jorge and Carter are in the other helicopter, while Emile and Noble Six sit on the opposite side of Jun and me. Jun, pushes me light at the shoulder: “I give you some advice.” He says while pointing at Emile. “Make as many jokes as you want to, but don’t be surprised if he’s coming after you. You can always hide behind Carter or Six. But don’t come running at me, I don’t want to die myself.” He says while laughing a little more. I nod with a awkward terrified smile at him. Does he want to tell me that he fears Emile?

Should I take his advice serious? Either way I say dumb shit to Emile, or even worse shit, that makes him angry. I will probably make him kill me. My face drops with the realisation that my life hangs by a threat. As Emile tilts his head light to the side and looks at me: “As long as I got orders to make sure you don’t loose a leg, I won’t rip off your head as well.” He says with a cool voice. Turning away once again.

Wow, how charming. I think ironically. But yeah, actually, his voice, is really charming. I hits me like a thunderstrike. Holy no! Pull yourself together girl! We are not falling for a Spartan! No No No NO! Instantly I turn my face away from the others, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. This is seriously no time to catch feelings. Also, he is so rude and reckless. And childish. And has probably many issues. No no. We don’t do love stuff here. We are professionals. So be one professional soldier. God damn. While discussing with myself, I just pray that this flight is over soon, so I can focus on the covenant instead of my stupid thoughts.

As the helicopter is turning around the mountain, we get a call over radio: “This is Carter. We get no communication with ONI. The plan changed. Jun, you stay in the helo, get up at that hill, right heading. Find a clear vision over the facility. Emile and Six, clear the left entrance area. Y/n, according to your record, you are a medic, means you go with the two and get ready for first aid, if you find any injured. All clear?” Carter gives straight instructions. Jun looks at Emile and Six, both are nodding in response, then they turn to me and I gave a quick nod as well. Jun answers over the radio quickly: “Affirmative, Sir.” With that said, we are starting to descend. I know what will come. War. But against the covenant. I never fought against any aliens before. Slowly my guts starting to turn. Then Jun pushes me once again lightly at the shoulder, I turn to him and he just gives me a thumbs up. It’s not much, but it calms me down a little, I give him a thumbs up back.

The helicopter touches the ground, and we hop off. Jun gives me one more thumb up as the helicopter rises again. Now it’s time to focus. So far, I don’t see any civilians, soldiers and no covenant. The sun has almost set completely. Taking a deep breath, I grip my rifle tight and follow Emile and Six. They give calls each other on where to walk, that the area is clear and where to move. I just follow Emile. Close, but so that he still can move free. We are approaching the left entrance of the ONI facility, and the bad feeling inside me grows bigger. I try to get a little closer to Emile and whisper to him: “Hey, Emile. I have a bad feeling. This is smelly.”, he stops in his tracks and turns his head light. “So what? You scared because your belly is grumbling? There’s no turning back now. Shut up and keep moving.” He harshly cuts me off and continues walking again. I let out an annoyed sigh and follow him once more, this time, I keep more distance. It’s a trap! I can feel it, don’t they? When the two Spartans reached the entrance gate, I walked a little bit further away, and hide behind a huge rock. It’s like a countdown ticking inside of me. Every second it could go down. I kneel behind the rock and set up my rifle, so I can assist the two when they will get surprised. And they will get surprised.

In the exact moment Six get ready to open the gate, the gate explodes and a bunch of Covenant storming out of the building. “Get to cover tiny!” Emile yells. He didn’t even realise that I wasn’t there anymore. “No shit, Sherlock. And who are you calling tiny here.” Is what I whisper to myself, while shooting one by one of the covenants. They are obviously too many to handle, even for two Spartans. Emile doesn’t think so: “What that’s all you got? Bring it on!” He yells while throwing them around like a freaking piñata. “Who’s next! Let’s dance!” He yells and laughs even more, while jumping on three covenants, blasting them to bits. Yeah, he’s nuts - That’s for sure. Six is skilled himself. Not a single enemy can get close enough to him, that he must draw a knife. While Emile on the other hand seems to have a lot of fun using his Kukri knife instead of his shotgun. And it doesn’t take too long and not a single covenant is standing anymore.

As they are about to move into the building, Emile calls over the radio: “You made it to a hiding spot in time?” I answered without even thinking “Sir, I was in a hiding spot already. As I told you, it’s smelly.” I responded. I should have just said yes and we would had no problem. But telling Emile, that I disobeyed an order, was not the smartest idea, because he was clearly not happy about that: “What’d you mean? You just decided to take a stroll around the base or what? Who gave you green lights for running off? Don’t fucking do that ever again! Now stay where you are until we call the building clear!”

After around 10 minutes, he calls over the radio: “This is Noble four. Left entrance clear. We have many soldiers on the ground. Get in here tiny, time to work.” Is all he says. Man, now I’m mad. “He can’t even say my name. And what does he mean, - time to work – I was literally holding his god damn back free, so he can have his fun in the crowd. “Arrogant ass.” I mutter to myself as I’m approaching the building. Entering, I see many soldiers, bad injured. “Ah hell.” I whispered while checking if any are still alive. These soldiers are clearly dead.

Emile was nowhere to be seen. Six came from across the hallway to me. I just shook my head. He let out a sigh and said “Good job. Out there.” He gave me a nod of appreciation. “Thanks Lieutenant. I’m sorry for the soldiers” I sighed and asked “That was the squad we were supposed to meet?” He looked at me and pointed to a door, signing me to follow. “You are right, it was them. It’s now just us. We must get the station online and then bring you to Quezon. With or without ONI.” He explained while walking ahead. Suddenly he stopped, so that I almost bumped into him. I stood behind him, a little confused. “Sir?” I asked quietly. He turned around. “You are a good sniper. For your size, surprisingly. Your senses are excellent as well. Emile said you had a bad feeling and decided to not follow the orders and hid. That’s good. But also, bad. Next time, give clear concerns to the commander. You can’t decide by yourself what to do. Other who are supposed to protect you, will get the consequences.” As he finished, he turned away and continued walking. I felt bad, he was right, but I had to make the decision. To not put the team in danger as they would have focused on protecting me.

“Sir, it won’t happen again.” I said while walking behind him like a stray dog. He chuckled “Good. And good luck with handling Emile. He’s mad.” As he said that, I was not even surprised. I let out a sigh, “Yeah, I deserve that, I guess.” We stopped in front of a big door. Six gave me a slight nudge on the shoulder and entered the room, right away, Emile came out of it. He packed me by the arm and pulled me further along the hallway. He’s probably going to yell at me again. Mentally preparing myself for what will come, he stopped and let go of my arm as we were close to an exit door. Then he turned towards me and pushed a finger against my forehead. “Listen here doll, When I tell you what to do, you shut up and do it. You can’t just leave the spot without telling anyone! Are we clear?” He wasn’t really yelling. Just a little louder, but his finger really hurts on my forehead. I pushed his hand out of my face and took a deep breath. “Yes sir. Won’t happen again.” I said with a serious look on my face to him. He wasn’t done. “Have you an idea how much trouble I get because of that!” Now he started yelling as he came one step closer. I couldn’t even said something, he came one more step closer and continued. “Not only from Carter. If your father finds out I can’t even handle a dwarf like you, I can forget staying in Noble Team.” He came another step closer. As he leaned down, his visor was almost touching my nose. But I didn’t budge. “Tell me Emile” I looked at his skull visor. “Do I look into your eyes right now? Or do I have to look more down or up?” I caught him completely off guard. He spun back and instead of saying anything, he turned on his heels and walked towards the exit door.

“That’s it?” I asked whispering but couldn’t hold back. “Emile.” I called him, he stopped and turned around. “What?” He was so pissed. Good. My face turned into an art of hell as I bit my lower lip to not laugh out loud. Another deep breath: “My belly grumbling, huh? Just admit it, I was right, and you were wrong.” Biting my lip even harder to not laugh out loud I waited for my end. But he just stood there. Saying nothing. Looking in my direction. I messed up, but it was totally worth it. It’s too much fun to piss him off. Until he started stomping towards me. “Oh shit!” I whispered. Should I run away? Too late, he was already right in front of me again. Now pushing me by my shoulders against the wall behind me. He almost threw me at that wall. Hands on my shoulder, his visor right in front of me again and his feet left and right next to mine, he was cornering me completely against that wall.

His voice, deep and filled with flammable anger “Do you wanna die?” He asked slowly. I shook my head light. “Negative, sir.” Only a whisper was what I was able to bring out. He took a breath as if he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. He was just standing there. Looking down on me, holding my shoulders and pressing them against the wall. I looked at him confused. Should I say something? Then he let go of my shoulder, cupping my face with one hand, lifting it even closer to him. With the other hand he pointed to his visor. “I you look there; you look me in the eyes.” I lost my breath at his words. His voice was now calm and soft. He was a completely different person. Nobody said anything anymore. We just looked at each other, standing so close, I swear he could hear my heartbeat.

Suddenly, out of nowhere Jun yelled: “Hey, Emile, get up to the power transmitter and check if the wires are cut! Oh, ah, Okey. Didn’t wanted interrupted. My bad.” He yelled from across the hallway. As he saw what must have looked as we were making out, Jun just left as quickly as he came around. Emile huffed and let go of me. He headed towards the exit. “You stay put. Otherwise...” He scolded. As he walked away. I followed him, as we left the building and climbed the fire stairs to the roof. I got curious. “Otherwise, what?” I asked dumb struck. He stopped in the middle of the stairs and turned around once more. “Otherwise, I’ll bite your head off. Now shut up.” He scolded once again.

Deciding to not bother him any further. I zipped my mouth with my finger and followed him further upstairs. Reaching the transmitter, it was clear that all cables were intact. He gave a radio call to Jun, saying that the cables are fine. I stood at the transmitter and looked at him. Something is weird about him. He’s rude, childish and has immense anger issues. But I can’t shake this feeling off, that I feel like starting to fall for him. How can I fall for someone I just met an hour ago. And who I haven’t even seen the face of.

He’s noble team. They don’t have a long lifespan anyway. And I’m going to earth. So, I will probably never see him again after we parted ways. Makes me a little sad. As I continue starting at him, with every emotion written on my face, I suddenly realised he’s looking back at me. Ah no, he’s going to be mad again. I smiled at him as if tried to convince him that I’m not hiding any drugs, before turning around and looking at the lake next to the facility. He was not saying anything. When I looked back at him, he is still looking at me. I narrowed my eyebrows: “Did you spaced out Emile?” I asked him. He stomped towards me, I was about to move back, but I decided to stand my ground. Would he come that close again? Is he actually starving for physical contact. The life of a Spartan can be lonely. He stopped right in front of me. Only a few inches were in between us. He took a deep breath and asked. “Why would you want to see my eyes?” – “Huh?” with my answer it was clear that I did not expected that. Emile turned away and shook his head. “Never mind.” He said and walked to the stairs.

“Wait.” I run at him and grab him by his hand. Regretting my move, as he looked down at his hand, I let go immediately. “I- am. I just try to understand you. And it’s easier for me when I can look into your eyes.” I smiled shyly and looked away. I was expecting he’d make a joke about me, but instead, he cupped my face with both hands this time, making me to look up at him. “If you be a good little girl and do as I say. I maybe take my helmet off.” Then he let go of me, and walked downstairs laughing his ass off. He made a joke about me.

“What was that?” I asked myself and rushed after him, before I get another scolding. Wait, was he actually flirting with me? With this thought I stopped in front of the door to the building.

“y/n. Station is online. Come to the main entrance.” Carters call over the radio ripped me out of my thoughts. I must stop thinking about Emile. He is just a Spartan. Doing his job. That’s it.

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Emile A239 headcanons

I lied Emile's next lolol for @aot--levi--ttd <3 rejoice Emile simp. props to past me for being smart and writing all my headcanons down!

general headcanons <3

he's a snarky angry man. and we love him

I think he likes SOLELY bubblegum ice cream, like the menace he is. /lh

he likes to take cat naps

CQC champion

he likes wrinkly cats, he loves them so much, just wrinkly ugly animals. he loves them so much.

he's touch-starved.

it's going to be hard to become his friend. he's very distant and guarded he acts mean and rude as a way to not let people hurt him. so keep trying; he will warm up to you soon enough

he likes grapes, white grapes. again, because he's a menace.

Emile loses in card games vs Jorge. because Jorge is just undefeatable every time he swears he won't play another game, and then he does,

Was NOT the kindest when you two first met. But oh boy when does become friends with you he will be so attached to you, most unusual for him.

he's a huge tease. he likes to poke fun at you, it's all in good fun though.

not even close to being in tune with his emotions. not at all. This man only knows rage and sadness, give him a hug stat.

He's actually very playful!! He will not hesitate to throw you on his back and give you the best piggyback rides,

He is not super in tune with his emotions, but he can usually keep a level head.

with an s/o

when he first falls in love with you, He's going to be so confused about his emotions and maybe try to distance himself so he doesn't get distracted from his missions or something

he's protective. he loves you so fucking much.

mild PDA. he doesn't mind holding your hand or something.

He's so sweet. I just *explodes* . He would just do whatever he can to show you that he loves you

He appreciates affection when he gets frustrated.

yall definitely violate the rules and sleep in each other's rooms when possible. this man deserves all the love and affection i swear.

you wake up and he's hugging you.

Twitches a lot, he is also very grabby. He’ll grab your thighs, back, or arms.

You two probably fight to be big spoon. Or if you don't vibe with being the big spoon, he’ll enjoy being able to hold you.

If he can't sleep, Emile will just mess around on a stolen P.A.D.D. or like Carter, he will admire you.

He likes to lay on you when you win in the fight to be big spoon or if he's upset from a nightmare, like on your stomach or chest.

He's a very heavy sleeper and he wakes up a few minutes after everyone else. Or someone has to wake him up.

Definitely talks in his sleep, it's so cute, will mumble things to himself while he's asleep, and it's not loud at all. It's just barely above a whisper.

He takes a few moments to fully wake up, and during that time he more or less mumbles instead of talks.

this bad boy can fit so much trauma in him. make sure to tell him how much you love him and reassure him. he needs it .

he. loves. kisses.

he will tease you and tease you and tease you! its his love language

if he comes back from a particularly troubling mission all he wants to do is hug you. he's tired and probably upset. you should probably remind I'm to wash his armor and take a shower before hugging you, Emile will hug you, blood, guts, and all.

he would NEVER take his rage out on you, that's what a punching bag is for. but he will vent to you. seeing Emile cry is heartbreaking,

you're probably his first lover, so he's not very experienced romantically.

he's the type of guy to angrily hold your hand as he's fuming but he ends up calming down quickly.

But Don't think his attachment to you won't go unnoticed. Carter, or the team, will question him and depending on your current relationship he might fess up.

If you were to get hurt or critically injured he’d be pissed. He would most likely isolate and blame himself, and then land in the bed next to you getting revenge.

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Emile A239 x Reader – Strangers/Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Noble Team has the mission to bring the daughter of a High Ranked General away from Reach. But things don’t go as planned as the Covenant is invading Reach. As we know, Noble Team are not Babysitter, and the least fond of this job is… Emile...<<  

Warnings: weapons, war, angst, strong language, mention of death, sarcasm - but overall fluff 

Word count: 2606

AN: This is going to be a very long story. With many charpters and too many words. Also, I don’t like bad endings, so this story might have a happy ending. We all want Noble Team to be alright. So, this story is so off than the actual story was :D

Chapter One: I left my brain cells back there.

 New Alexandria, Reach.

It is a rainy afternoon in my home city. It’s not unusual for late summer to rain a lot. But even for New Alexandria it’s not common to rain two weeks straight.

Since days all I do is rolling around in my apartment. Living in penthouse near the clouds is all fun and games until the clouds are so thick, you can barely see anything anywhere. What’s truly worrying me, is the fact that I got a call from my father eight days ago. “Do not leave your apartment. Under no circumstances. Do not use your phone, your tab or any contact devices. It’s serious.” Those were his words. And that was the last time I had any contact with anyone. Eight days have passed since he said: “I’m sending the best people to get you to safety. Noble Team.”

I know that the Noble Team is an elite team of Spartans. They do the jobs, literally nobody ever would want to do. But does it really take them so long to bring someone to safety. I thought it’s serious. Does not feel so serious to me.

As it still continues to rain, and I clearly can’t use any media or contact devices, all that’s left for me now is to read or draw something. I could continue to study for my pararescue exam, but everything got cancelled. Maybe the whole city is in lockdown? Or even evacuation. I can’t say anything for sure, I would really like to read the news.

I can hear the heavy rain on the window, while I’m randomly drawing something in my sketchbook. The scratching of the pencil and the rain is all I can hear. But something doesn’t feel right. I have this feeling that something is going to happen. I jump of my couch and turn the lights off, as I turn towards the bathroom to hide, I can hear the elevator. Someone is coming. My apartment is the only at this floor. They are coming for me, but I can’t be sure if its Noble Team, or an Enemy.

Silently I’m making my way away from the entrance door towards the bathroom. If they would search for me, they will search in the bedroom first. Everybody hides under the bed. So I will hide in the bathroom and in the right moment I will leave the building over the elevator. It’s my only chance for survival.

Closing the door behind me, I can hear them, at the entrance door. But they are knocking?? Either it’s a trap or a very polite UNSC soldier. Anyway, I’m staying in the bathroom. I know this situation too well. My father had trained me for weeks. I know what to do and I have everything I need right here, above the towel shelf. A handy gun, some smoke grenades and an extendable pole. Colour me stoke, or better said, colour my father paranoid. But as daughter of a high ranked Major General of the UNSC, I could be in danger at any time. Packed with the gun and two smoke grenades, I stand against the wall, behind the door, gripping on the pole. It’s clear to hear that they are entering the apartment. They try to be as quite as possible, but I can hear the lock breaking. Then I can hear footsteps. I would say more than three people. I can hear them talking, quietly, but I can’t hear what they are saying.

After half a minute I can hear one pair of footsteps walking towards the bathroom. That was not as planned. My body tenses up, my heartbeat gets faster, I can feel the adrenaline rushing. My eyes are focused on the door, the pole above my head, ready to hit and run. The footsteps are stopping. Right in front of the bathroom door. I stopped breathing, when all I can hear is someone knocking at the door and obvious uncomfortable female voice: “Um Ma’am, sorry to bother you, we're here to pick you up. Miss l/n? Are you in there? We are the Noble Team. On behalf of your father."

They gotta be kidding me. I’m dying 100 deaths in here, and they have all nerves of the world to be so chilled?? All I feel is anger. Days, I have been waiting for anything. Starting to get crazy myself, not knowing what is going on or why I’m in danger. And they are so chilled?? I want to scream. Or destroy something. I feel so outrageous. But I must calm myself down. “Alright y/n, stay calm, let’s breath. You are professional. If they don’t say your first name, we don’t trust them.” Is all I can manage to whisper to myself. I can hear the women once more asking: “Are you in there? Ma’am?” She knocks again. 3 seconds later, she opens the door. Slowly the door swings towards me, I manage to stay calm and hold my breath. Hiding behind the door, all I hope that they think I’m not home.

She lights the room with a flashlight and yells: “Clear. No one in the bathroom.”

Now I can hear other voices yelling back. “Not in the bedroom.” “Guest room is empty as well.” “Nobody is hiding on the balcony.”

Then someone slams his hand on the table: “This is ridiculous. She must be somewhere!” The man clearly sounds angry.

While they continue discussing, the women closed the bathroom door finally completely. I let out a long breath. But quite of course. Let’s not make a sound. I don’t know why, but this whole situation smells. When they pretend to be Noble Team, and I end up in the wrong hands. They could use me against my father. Against the UNSC. So I need to stay put.

After 5 minutes of different voices talking so unclear, that I don’t know what they are talking, the footsteps are getting more quite. It sounds like they are leaving. And yes, the entrance door closes. The elevator gives its usual down sound. And it gets silent. So silent. All I can hear is my heartbeat. I wait 10 more minutes before I’m leaving my hiding spot. The pole tight in my hands, I’m making my way out of the bathroom, walking past the main door, to the living room. I need to contact my father. No matter if I’m allowed to or not. As I walk past my couch, suddenly: “And where are you off to?” A deep male voice shocks me so much that I almost throw my pole in the direction of the voice. But I’m not even sure from where the voice came. It’s pitch black in my apartment. I can’t even see my own hands. Then I can feel a hand on my right shoulder and someone takes the pole out of my hands.

“Let’s put this away for a moment, we don’t want you to hurt yourself. Even though, I couldn’t care less. You are already a pain in the ass. Now talking about your it, shove your ass on the couch and don’t do anything stupid. I’m not in the mood to dance.” He says, while he is pushing me towards my couch. Where he turns me around and pushes me by my shoulders down. I trained for months to become a pararescue. I know self-defence. I even trained weeks to survive a fight in my apartment. But all this men did, was to talk to me and I’m completely obeying? What is with his voice, or his aura, that I completely lost myself. I’m so lost on my thoughts that I almost didn’t realised that he squats down in front of me, he took a flashlight and pointed it towards the ceiling, then he turned it on, as if he would want to tell a horror story. But when I saw his visor, I got spooked enough. A full glassed visor, with a carved skull face on it. As he sees my shocked face, he giggles softly. And asks with a low voice: “What’s wrong tough guy? Scared of ghosts? Or do I have something on my fucking face?”

God is he pissing me off. Do I look like a guy? You better watch out. Don’t mess with a general’s daughter. I scooched a little closer to the edge of the couch, towards him and face him with my favourite death glare. With a light grin on my face, I give him something back: “Actually yeah, you got something on your face. A very ugly visor. Never seen such poor carving skills. Who made it, your cat?”

Got him right in the guts. He huffed angry and turned the flashlight off. Then I hear him walking away. He stopped by the entrance door. “Commander, this is Noble four. The brat was in her apartment and is already going on my nerves.” Short after his call follows a response from his contact device: “Noble four, watch your language against her. Get her ready to move. We’ll be at the buildings entrance in 5 minutes.”

The man in my apartment only responds with a short: “Affirmative.” Then he turns the lights of my living room on, what caused me to squeeze my eyes a little, to adjust them to the bright lights. The Spartan turned his attention towards me. “You heard the boss. Get ready.” With that he turns towards the entrance door, gripping his shotgun tight, ready for anything that could break through the door. It’s clear that they are the real Noble Team. I nodded and got up from the couch. Without a word, I walked into my bedroom. Changed into my most functional army clothes. Packed my bag with some change clothes, snacks, water and music player. Not sure if I will get the chance to listen to anything. I know I can’t take any contact or media devices with me, for the case we get tracked, but the music player should be not a problem. After I’ve put on my raincoat I grabbed my med-kit and put on my boots. “Ready to move.” I said, standing next to the man that was more than two meters tall. It is always fascinating to watch Spartans and hard to believe that they are actual humans.

He looked down to me and nodded before he turned the lights off, I followed him to the elevator. It was so silent. Too silent for my taste. He was so cocky at the beginning, and now he says nothing anymore. Why? I’m standing next to him looking at the floor sign above the elevator door. “So, you are Noble Team? Number four, hm. Must be fun?” Same time saying that I have the urge to punch myself in the face. What the hell was that? Did I leave my braincells in my apartment. Slowly shaking my head, I sigh. “I mean-“ I started but got cut off “You think you’re real funny, huh?” He turned his head to face me and tilted his head light to the right. He’s probably raising an eyebrow at me under the helmet. The elevator reached our floor, and before I could say anything more, the man with the callsign Noble four points to the blind corner next to the elevator. He moved to the left, and I moved to the right. The elevator opens the doors, as nobody steps out, Noble four makes his move to check. “All clear.” He said, leading the way in. The doors shut and we are making our way down. I’m not sure If I’m ready for what will come, but I know it’s going to be a nerve wrecking time. It started around 30 minutes ago already.

I need to say something. Just something. “I’m y/n. By the way.” I said with a tiny smile on my face. I looked up at him trying to read any reaction. And I got what I somehow expected. “Don’t give a damn.” He said, not even looking in my direction. Just focusing on the door. Of course, he is focused. It’s his mission to make sure I stay unharmed. But a little sympathy never harmed anyone. Or maybe he is pissed that I insulted his helmet. Funny to think a big guy like him would be mad about something like that. I let out a silent giggle. When he suddenly looked at me. My smile faded and I froze down to the core of my soul. He must be looking directly into my eyes, my soul. And he must be absolutely nobody to mess with. I turned my head away, trying to pretend that I don’t exist. I wish I could disappear. I’m somehow getting a little frightened by him.

The elevator stops and the door open. He goes first, shotgun aimed, ready to take the whole planet down. I’m curious what we are fighting against. Rebels? But I would not need escort from the Noble Team if it would only be some rebels.

I follow him quietly, my gun loaded and tight in my hands. We were walking towards the entrance of the building as I heard a helicopter landing. Stepping out of the Apartment complex, the heavy rain is making it almost impossible to see the UNSC marks on the helicopter. As a man in blue Spartan Armor signs us to move faster, I realised that New Alexandria isn’t what it was before the rain started. The streets are completely flooded, not a soul to see, but crashed cars and destroyed buildings. Never did rebels do that, I thought while hopping on board. The men with the skull visor, who was just in front of me is now checking the area once more before jumping on as well.

I looked at the man with the blue Armor who is reaching out his hand towards me. “I’m Noble Leader, Carter. Ma’am, you caused us quite some difficulties. But we are glad to see you are all right.” I took his hand, while nodding shortly. “Sir, what are we up against?” Carter froze at my question for a quick moment. Then he said with a serious tone. “The Covenant, Ma’am. I hope you are ready for a rough escort to your fathers hideout. Noble Team has the best of the best. But it won’t be a stroll through flower fields.” I chuckled light at his way to describe the situation, and said “I was born ready, sir. Though I’m not sure about the current Noble Team.” With my words, I looked at Noble four and narrowed my eyebrows.

Carter must have seen my face, he let out a light laugh and nudged Noble four against the shoulder. “I see. Noble four can be quite different sometimes. But he never means to harm anyone, right Emile. I’m sure you will get along just fine.” He lets out another laugh and turned to his P.A.D.

Emile on the other side only shakes his head. Emile. That’s a way to kind name for him. Maybe Carter is right. Maybe he is not as scary as he pretends to be. Only time will tell. I’m looking out of the helicopter, seeing how my home city is burning and flooding the same time. Farewell for now, I’ll come back to you one day. New Alexandria. I lower my head and a tear runs down my cheek. I can feel Emile looking at me. I look up to him, to see him looking away instantly. I hope we will get along.

  Let me know what you think about the first chapter. It’s my first time writing for the halo fandom, so If you think some characters are not lore correct, let me know. <3

[ceyx-of-the-shore]

HALO REQUEST FORM

Please read this form carefully - any request sent in violating my rules will be deleted. I also only write for the game characters and not the show.

WHO I'LL WRITE FOR:

SPARTANS ➺

Master Chief/John-117

Frederic-104

Noble Six (Male Ver.)

Emile-A239

Carter-A259

Jorge-052

Jun-A266

Jerome-092

Douglas-042

Theodore Sorel

Hudson Griffin

SANGHEILI ➺

Rtas 'Vadum

Thel 'Vadam/Arbiter

If you want someone to be added - go ahead and ask and I'll look into it!

WHAT CONTENT I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING/GENERAL REFUSALS:

Dubcon/Noncon

"Dark" content

In-game characters being asked to be portrayed as toxic/abusive/obsessive/etc.

Daddy kink

Pedophilia

Racism/hatred of a certain group of people, etc.

Petplay & anything in that area

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WHAT I AM COMFORTABLE WRITING:

NSFW/smut

SFW

Angst

Intense gore/violence

Character death (major or minor)

Character pregnancy/having children/being parents, etc.

Pretty much anything not mentioned in the above category, always within reason, is fair game. If you’re unsure about your idea, please ask.

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[justxrandomxlivia]

Masterlist

Warnings: 🌻- fluff, ☔- angst, 🔥- smut, 🔞- lemon, ⚠️- triggerwarning

AN: I take requests for Halo, Call of Duty, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Revolution, Dangerous Fellows, TMNT, Transformers, Transformers Prime, Transformers G1, Originals, Haikyuu and Naruto. I don't name all here, you can just as any and I'll let you know if I write for them too. 💖

Call of Duty -> Ghost:

Southern Horns - Ghost x fem!Reader 🌻🔥⚠️ part one

Call of Duty -> König:

König x gn!Reader - are you lost? 🌻

Your new Partner König - König x fem!Reader 🌻🔥 part one two

Halo -> Emile-A239:

Emile x fem!Reader 🌻☔🔥 part one, part two

House of Ashes -> Jason & Salim:

We won't let you fall again (Jason x Salim x fem!reader) 🌻

[owomonsterwrites]

Emile a239/reader

 @niknak117 asked:

Hey I have a request! What about the reader confessing feelings to Emile from Halo: Reach? Thank you!!! 

This man would be so confused. Hes thorny, but down to earth, how in the FUCK did you fall in love with him?  

General headcanons

People are definitely afraid of him so if word got out you two were dating or seemed like you were, people would think YOU ARE I N S A N E. to the regular military person who knows of NOBLE teams' existence, Youd know Emile is the aggressor. Lead in CQC and he prefers a shotgun and a huge kukri as his choice weapons, Hes scary. And the skull on his helmet that he carved certainly doesn't help that image. 

You're quite close to him, obviously lol. 

You likely are assigned to the team, or work around the base as a regular military personnel. 

Now Spartans help around their designated bases as well, so Emile was likely helping around your area, for the sake of the drabble later on, let's say engineering k?  (You've definitely given his armor illegal upgrades to win him over. Let's be real here.) 

As the days go by, he drifts closer to you, and soon enough you two become friends.  

When you confess, he would be very confused, maybe even kind of ticked off, unsure if you're pulling a cruel prank. Please reassure him you're not joking please. 

When you do tell him you're serious, he's stunned and that irritation fades away. How could someone as nice and perfect as you like him? Hes brash, rude, he carries a massive fucking knife around. 

And for the first time, you see him smile. Really smile. A melty head over heels smile. Careful he might start to cry a little bit . 

He wraps you into a giant hug, spinning you around laughing. He's so overjoyed.

He doesn't want to let you go in fear that this is all a dream.

Assurance! Is! Needed! You need to keep saying that you do love him, and that it's not a dream. 

When he calms down he finally pulls back and says he loves you too, but you're sure it was already quite clear based on his reaction. 

Kiss the man. Do it. Now. he deserves a good smooching. 

DRABBLE TIME LETS FUCKING GET IT. 

Taking a deep breath you step out onto the roof from the stairway. Earlier that day in the engineering section, you had asked Emile to come here because you needed to tell him something. As you two have known one another for almost a few years now, you've developed feelings for him. It gets harder and harder to conceal them. You just love him so much. You stand by the railing and take a deep breath you didn't know you were holding… 

Getting lost in your thoughts you don't hear him creep up behind you, Emile pokes your sides and you squeal "Emile! Don't do that" You huff and turn around, he towers over you his laugh is like music to your ears. "What were you thinking about there hm? Looks like you were lost in your head" His grin is noticeable even in the moon lit night. “Oh shut up! Its nothing” He shrugs and yawns, hes usually asleep by now. “So what did you want to talk to me about? By your tone earlier it seemed pretty urgent.” Emile stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

Emile is wearing the standard issue training uniform. Simple olive green shirt and camo pants, same as you. They were surprisingly comfortable!  It hugs his biceps a little too well. “Ah- oh right! How do I say this-” You mumble a soft blush creeping up on your cheeks, Emile moves to sit on the railing next to you and leans against you. “Okay before I.. say what I want to, I need you to know its okay if you dont reciprocate.” Emile squints his eyes at you, tilting his head he asks “reciprocate? Reciprocate what?” He pulls back from leaning on you to look you in the eyes, oh god this will be hard. 

“Y-yes. Uh, okay now shh let me say my thing!” Your face getting redder by the minute. 

Taking a deep breath, just say it, cmon (y/n)! “We have known each other for a very long time, and ive.. Developed feelings- agh im trying to not just blurt it out but its very difficult-” youre pacing now, his eyes are as wide as the moon.  the small anxious feeling you had earlier was just growing larger by the minute now. Emile leaped off the railing, and walked in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders gently. “Calm down, just say it” you bit the inside of your cheek. Deep breaths. 

“I love you. So much Emile.”  his hands dropped from your shoulders, you look down and bite your cheek harder. It felt like decades of silence, “please tell me you aint joking. Please.” you look up, mouth agape. “Of course not! Why would I ever pull something so cruel?” your hands cup his face, you didn't expect him to lean into it and smile, a real smile. Hes so beside himself with joy. Tears begin to well up in his eyes. Emile pulls you into his arms “do you really love me?” he whispers into your hair. “Yes, I do, I really do. I love you so much-” your face is quite literally in his chest, so it comes out as a mumble. Emiles hand shift to your waist, picking you up and spinning you around.  Yours and Emiles laughs breaks the silence like a sharp knife. When he sets you down finally, he's holding you close, and you wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you too, (y/n)” you close the distance between you two, finally kissing him like you've been dreaming of for so long.  

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[owomonsterwrites]

carter A-259 headcanons

here's some personal headcanons of mine for this handsome man <3 no warnings, aside from usual halo related things, like war and trauma. for @cranerosalia @zizzlekwum and @your-local-simp0 rejoice fellow carter simps <3

image by @malwarewolf404 :) thanks for letting me use it!

general headcanons

he's a bit of a night owl. having been used to doing loads of paperwork and filing, as per the job of a commander of a spartan team.

I imagine that if he isn't drinking coffee, its a strong tea, like English breakfast or earl grey.

a solid 4 cups of caffeine a day for this man!

he's not very in tune with his emotions, he is a spartan after all.

when he plans training matches, he tries to make it hard. it brings him joy to watch Emile struggle, wouldn't be shocked if it's because emiles been pissing him off.

, on one hand, he gets kind of anxious when the rest of noble don't reply ASAP but on the other he trusts them to take care of themselves and get out of whatever sticky situation theyre in.

late to bed, early to rise. he's usually awake before anyone, sometimes earlier than Jorge. whilst waiting for the others to wake up, he is sitting at his desk sipping coffee and looking at his PADD

i nabbed this idea from cranes fanfic "dysphoria", he likes old action movies. like early 2000's marvel shit.

idk if they have dogs on base, but if they do, he loves to play with them when hes off duty

Carter is a very sentimental man, so I think he'd have pictures of momentos from the people he cares about

He trusts his team but sometimes he looks at their shenanigans and wonders what the actual fuck is wrong with these people, it's really funny. I can just imagine kat or emile doing something they are CERTAINTLY not supposed to do and just staring with this look of exhaustion before he breaks it up.

He pushes his team to their limit, he knows they can do better every time, but he would never harm them.

with and s/o /sleeping headcanons

I’ll be honest, when he first figures out that he loves you, he will be confused, and in an attempt to remain calm and professional, he will shove those feelings down. He doesn't want anything ruining your guys current relationships

He's so charming, unintentionally, though, considering that he's not very in tune with his emotions, he is a good flirt when he wants to be, though.

He's the type of person to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles.

If he’s in front of his or your superior(s), he won't show affection because of professionalism.

I can't stress this enough, but HE LOVES TO CUDDLE OR HOLD YOU

I feel like he would be the kind of person to wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest or stomach, making it impossible to get out.

If he's really tired, it's hard to wake him up. He will complain. But most days, it's pretty easy to wake him up.

He's very warm. The thin blanket that is supplied by the UNSC is not very nice, so when yall are sleeping in the same bed, he's very warm. It helps alot

If you two were sleeping in separate bedrooms and he would have a night terror, no matter what you’d wake up to him sliding into bed with you trying his best to not wake you up. he needs that comfort man.

Something about seeing you in battle fills him with so much pride and admiration, he likes his partners to be capable

If you were to get hurt he’d be very concerned, and if you're in critical condition, there's no sleeping for him. Carter doesn't want to leave your side at all.

He’s prolly a very gentle kisser, and only likes to show such large displays of affection behind closed doors, because of professionalism and how hard he sticks to the rules <;3

I feel like he'd take some time to think about if he actually is attracted to you or if it's just admiration, so he's probably a slow burn guy.

if yall wanna be tagged then dm me pls <3 i hope you guys enjoyed, blessed be, - owomonster

[witchie-writings]

Who do you think has a breeding kink in the halo series? For example: they like it but are afraid of getting their partner pregnant and who isn’t afraid of starting a family?

This was a difficult question to answer (I might be reading it wrong so I apologize if I am), mainly because there isn't a lot of spartans who have a breeding kink. The only ones that do have it is Jerome, Emile, and maybe Frederic.

Jerome-092 is a family man through and through and desperately wants to start to start a big ol' family with his lover. Seriously, the Red Team leader cannot stop day dreaming and pondering about the idea of being a father to where it sometimes actively erases his sense of reality. His streams flow from seeing his S/O pregnant with their first to settling down on a distant world, far from the blood bath of a war. These thoughts are what pushes him over the edge during sex, the hopes that he can make his dreams become his reality.

Now, with Emile, it's... complicated? In my head I imagine he's fully in it simply for the risk. At the same time though, he's having an internal civil war about if he was ready for a family or not. The idea of a family was a pleasant one to be sure, but then arises the self-doubt in Emile that he would never be the father his children need him to be. This spartan is leashed by no one, hell he even almost got kicked off of Noble Team due to his borderline sporadic nature; let's not even get into details about how Carter would take it. In the end, Emile lets Destiny do it's thing, with a little coaxing on his S/O's end.

Frederic though? It's a very, very guilty pleasure of his. Out of the three, he's the one who's truly afraid of getting his partner pregnant. During his years during the Human-Covenant war he observed the battlefields that consistently ravaged worlds and colonies, seeing the dead bodies of both men, women and children alike. It didn't scar him then, as he knew that this was the outcome of every war, deaths of thousands of lives in an attempt to gain an advantage... but his partner wasn't in his life then. Now that they are, fear seared every heart string he has, leaving him paralyzed at the mere nightmare that his S/O's corpse will be among them. As a result, Frederic often dodges the topic of children with his partner and forces himself to reign in his desires, if it meant you'd be safe from harm.

[witchie-writings]

Can I have a HALO ship?, Bi, age 26,

5'5,I’m a fat woman, (who sometimes is insecure about it) stubborn,extremely sarcastic,I have a temper,but I'm also kind, gentle, understanding and I love cuddles. I'm a very curious, outspoken and opinionated person. I love to laugh and make others laugh,I love to read and play video games. I'm am also an artist and I love to paint and draw.

super sorry for getting to your match up so late!!! these match up asks really get me thinking, since i want to make sure i ship you guys with the perfect spartan for you! also motivation was everywhere, sorry lol

But I ship you with...

Emile-A239!

I completely imagine what drew Emile to you was your stubborness and sarcastic attitude, he can get behind that.

Emile loves the fire you got; the sarcasm and stubborness draws him in like a moth to a lamp, so irresistible, yet theres a spark of danger. Definitely have to watch out, he's prone to tease, all in good fun of course.

Another thing he absolutely adores is your outspokeness and curiosity. Now, we all know Emile is the type to have a tendency to go off the walls, and when he has an issue with command he has no qualms speaking his damn mind. It's finally nice to have someone share a trait with him, and be curious enough to figure out if something wasn't right.

What does throw him for a loop though is your kindness. It really goes to show to him that you should never judge a book by it's cover, in a good way, I mean.

Honestly? It's nice to have a feisty, kind-hearted person around. I'm not sure how to describe it, but something about your traits combining to make a brilliant woman fascinates him.

If anyone makes rude remarks about your appearance, they'll get a visit from a very unhappy and trigger-happy spartan. If it was a very rude remark... well, Emile was almost thrown off the team for a reason.

One thing I do want to point out though is you'll have to ease Emile into cuddling. I like to imagine he has semi-sensitive skin, especially where their are scars, so you'll have to coax Emile into letting you touch him. After the first session, he'll still be uneasy with it, but it can get quite cozy, that he won't lie.

Reading? He ain't that much of a fan, but he can totally get behind video games, which is quite rare amongst spartans in general. Give him a good shooter like CoD and he'll be hoarding the gaming consoles or PCs. Will definitely have a bunch of snacks literred everywhere though, so be aware.

What really makes his eyebrows go up is your talents as an artist. Now Emile isn't some Leonardo or Picasso, but he's decent with his art talents. He honestly wouldn't mind if you taught him a few things and hey, maybe you can add a few little details to his armor for him.

Now I know I said Emile doesn't really like physical touch (like his skin), BUT he doesn't mind it when he has his armor equiped... cue the pokes and hugs. I don't know why but he just loves holding you? Like he just loves you for being... well, you.

Also hes an asshole and he'll use you as something to lean on like a coffee stand. That's typical Emile behavior.

Following the point about art, he'd probably want to know if you can decorate his room with your art. Any type of medium, painting, sketches, markers, whatever you have available. But there's one thing he asks... they have to contain skulls. And maybe an occasional doodle of you and him holding hands, something sappy he can look forward to in the mornings.

Don't get me wrong, he loves sappy drawings and all that, but he HATES saying sappy stuff. Like he avoids saying those sort of things like it's going to kill him in an agonizing way.

Honestly? If you can help him with his severe (and I mean SEVERE) temperment issues, that'd be a big help with him. You'd unintentionally become his daily therapist.

Another artist point, sorry, but he'd definitely ask you to paint the warthog or pelican and I'll take this headcannon to the GRAVE.

... Also he wants you to paint Jorge's armor pink when he's not looking.

[witchie-writings]

Not any request, but I had this thought and I wanted to get it out of my head: imagine the Bad Batch (Star Wars, pre-Order 66) meeting Noble Team (Halo)

I fully imagine Jun and Crosshair would get into a scuffle over who's the better shot, lots of banter and biting remarks but have underlying respect for the other despite it. Who knows, maybe Crosshair will stop being an ass to Noble Team. (Emile almost got himself kicked off again because him and Crosshair got into a nasty fight when he called them 'regs')

Cat is impressed with Tech's knowledge of practically everything, though she might be a annoyed at how he can ramble sometimes and gets a little snappy if he goes on for too long. Other than that though shes content with him.

Jorge and Emile with Wrecker though? Jorge notices Wrecker's strength immediately and commends him for it; if it weren't for his personality, Jorge might even say he's on Level with Spartan-IIs. Can't tell me they don't get along by training in fist fights, arm wrestling and joyous conversations about the Covenant and Seppies though. Emile is just glad that he has someone who appreciates his explosive tendencies, I totally imagine him and Wrecker sneak out sometimes to go cause some chaos against the baddies by blowing their shit up; totally craft their own explosives too and have fun about it

Carter and Hunter get along smoothly as commanders and brothers in arms (not literally, but they both went through similar events such as being molded for war and such). Carter appreciates the work and leadership Hunter has for his squad, and Hunter's breathing sighs of relief that he has someone to talk to that isn't about to start fights, blow shit up or go on random sayings. 10/10 they are terrifying when their paired up together, no questions. (Also if you really want to think about it.... Carter kinda looks like a 'reg' clone too)

Noble-6 (going off of the personality shown in game and not the custom character) would get along with Echo the most, but it isn't immediate, like its almost as slow as a slug. I headcannon that because he's such a lone wolf (even with Noble Team, he has a habit and preference of going solo), he struggles to open up to anyone, but then over the course of getting to know Echo, he just... let's out a lot of things. Six goes over the amount of chaos and death he's seen that he forcibly bottles up to where nightmares happen so frequently that he's left with barely several hours of sleep. Echo completely understands as with what happened at the Citadel, him being a POW, Fives, and so much more, he relates to Six on a personal level. They become buddies quickly and Six never lets anyone rudely comment on Echo's cybernetic body, or else they get a fist to the face.

[owomonsterwrites]

so idea, emile finding a child and just kinda... adopting them. he adopted them and, because of him loosing his own brother at a young age, hes super protective of the kid. he loves them as if they were his own family.