#halo reach noble team x reader

[cafe-of-insomnaics]

Hands caressing your neck, tracing your jaw, rapidly feeling your body. You pulled back to grasp his hair. “Keep kissing me, please.” A breathless whisper fell from his lips.

Hands feeling up your back, squeezing your hips. Chuckling softly, you look at him with love in your eyes. “Baby, I need to breathe,” you said softly as you rest your hands on his armored chest.

“I want to taste you when I leave,” he whispered in your hair. You pulled back a bit, but he immediately pulled you closer. “You say that like you aren’t coming back.”

“Jorge! We are heading out!”

“I love you, come back.”

“I love you too.”

[cranerosalia]

Carter content 💙❤️

From Halo: Helena on AO3

[ageless-aislynn]

As mentioned in my last post, welcome to Aislynn's 1 Word For Each WIP November Extravaganza! (It was too long to fit all of that in the banner, so hence the number 4 coming in clutch, lol!)

Here's what I'm GOING TO write at least one word for in the month of November:

Halo the series

"15 Minutes" - (John/Female Reader) Chapter 12 is in progress and will get progressiver (word of the day) by at least 1 more word! *nodnods*

"Recreation" - (Kai/Male Reader) The final chapter will be slotting in between its sibling fic's *points up at "15M"* second to last and final chapter. I have notes on chapter 5 but no draft started... yet.

"Untitled Fluffy Vannak fic" - (Vannak/Female Reader) Just a one-shot that I wanted to do for the big guy, something sweet and fun because he got VERY LITTLE of either in season 2. 😭The draft is already in progress.

I also would like to write a Reader fic for Riz since the entire rest of Silver Team is getting something 👀but have nothing on tap just yet.🤞😣🤞 One day, I hope, but I'm not counting this as part of my WIPs to be finished in November... unless I should get a heck of a lot of work done on everything else. 😉

Halo: Reach

"Choices: A Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure" - (Noble Team/Female Reader) One of the most personally ambitious things I've attempted in a while, the first chapter that sets up the adventure is almost done. Next to go are each of the chapters where you choose which Noble Team member you'll continue the adventure with. I have the plot for all of them but only Emile's has something written. We'll also be getting a separate chapters for female and male Noble Six, since we're all about, you know, choosing who you want to adventure with and Six can be either in the game. 😎👍

The Flash

"The Price" (NSFW) - (Caitlin Frost/Hunter Zolomon) I've known what's going to happen in chapter 2 for a quite a while now. Just got to write it... one word at a time, right?

"Guardian Angel" - (Time Wraith!Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne) About 1/3 of chapter 3 has been done for, umm, years now. Just need to push it on through a little bit more! I'm not sure how many chapters in all it will be, at least this one and a 4th but that may be enough to finish it. We'll see!

"Split" - (Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne) The third and final fic in the Ghost of Eobard Thawne series turned out, to my surprise, to have 3 very ragged first drafts and part of a 4th chapter just hanging out in my Word docs after all of these years. I still have my *surprised Pikachu face* on for this one, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️😂

"Try" (NSFW) - (TomCav!Eobard Thawne/Caitlin Snow/Mattobard!Eobard Thawne) Oh yeah, I went there. After all of the versions of them that I've written, the only really surprising thing is that I didn't do this a lot sooner, lol! This one has 3 chapters of almost 8k words done that nobody has ever read. It's weirdly one of the few times I did world-building, too. It's projected to be pretty big, 20-25 chapters, so maybe 50k words? 😱 It's a really big undertaking for something that's honestly just for me but... I'd really like to be able to read the entire thing one day, lol! And there's only one way to do that: I've got to write it, one word at a time. 🤷‍♀️😉

I may have totally forgotten something but this was all that showed up in my WIPs folder. Of course, that folder was imperfectly copied from my previous computer and I had to go looking for several of these, so who knows. If I missed something, feel free to let me know.

So wish me luck, frens! This is a challenge I KNOW I can do and I'm so excited about it! 🥳🎉🎊💖

All of my masterlists are here.

[witchie-writings]

Y/N: Rules are made to be broken.

Carter: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Kat: Piñatas.

Jorge: Glow sticks.

Emile: Karate boards.

Jun: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Y/N: Rules.

Carter:

[b-312-mia]

Noble Team; House of Memories

I Ain’t Worried

“I don’t know what you’ve been told, But time is running out, No need to take it slow.” Carter scolded the team as Jun continued to type away on the “Borrowed” UNSC laptop. How did they “Borrow” it? No idea. “I ain’t worried ‘bout it.” Jun chuckled as he continued to type away. “I’m at my best when I got something I’m wanting to steal.” Jun added on as he managed to break into the system to see what all “Blackmail” he could use on the commander. Stumbling across many images one would NOT like to see… especially if that person is one of you’re higher in command officers… “What.The.Actual.Fuck” Kat said as she continued to look at the images before looking away, as poor yn had to look away from the screen, feeling fairly uncomfortable at what’s currently displayed on the screen. It’s not that yn liked the commander much, it was just so uncomfortable. Jun just starts laughing like a maniac, on the verge of falling out of his chair as he tried gasping for air. Carter was in complete shock. Not knowing what to say or react.. placing his hands on top of his head like he was in pure distress.. Emile on the other hand was trying to get a look at what was exactly there, only able to get small glances with Jorge just standing there at complete lost for words.. Kat managing to come back to her senses to try erasing whatever file Jun broke into. “Wait wait wait” Jun manages to say after a while, stopping Kat from proceeding what she was doing, “What is it Jun?” Kat ask’s slightly annoyed at Jun. “We need to keep those photos.”, “Why would we? Please tell me you have a genuine reason on why you would go this low? If it’s pure bullshit, I’m gonna walk my happy trappy ass to ONI and request for a mission of sort..” yn said before starting towards the door. “Honestly I’m not sure. Maybe if there was something we really wanted to do or go he’ll have no choice but to say yes and not no.” Jun shrugged his shoulders before getting out a flash drive out and connecting it to the “Borrowed” UNSC laptop and saving the file to the drive and removing it before letting Kat continue on with erasing Jun’s trace of breaking into such file. Six ends up shaking his head as he also starts heading to the door to walk out right behind yn. “I honestly don’t know what to say or do anymore.” Yn says as six catches up to them. “Don’t blame you.. are you down to head to the gym and do max reps today?” Six asks as he sees both marines and ODST going past them. “I suppose we could, but do know I’m not caring your ass back to your room lieutenant, like last time.” Yn snickers they end up walking a bit faster than six to the general direction of the gym. “Wow you didn’t have to go that far, that’s not fair you know!”

Howdy folks, it’s b-312-mia who’s finally back after a short while. Writers block be real, and a pain too when it’s really bad on top of being really busy to even have any proper spare time to use for writing and really only used for sleep, at that even. I plan for this “Noble Team; House of Memories” to be a short mini series to see how I like to write little series and such. I ain’t gonna even try to give an estimate on when I’ll update this little mini series, hopefully soon, but then again it all plays a role on if I ain’t too busy nor too tired to. (Though I’m always tired, let’s just say, when I’m not blacking/passing out tired). This week doesn’t look to be too busy so we’ll see, until then, hope y’all enjoy this little short start to a mini series and continue to have a great day/night!

B-312-MIA, Out.

[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.

[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.

[yeoldontknow]

The Heart Of Winter

Author’s Note: from this prompt for the followers milestone drabble game. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @softkim2 I LOVE YOU!!! JIN LOVES YOU TOO! Prompt: 21: He’s a bad kisser. Pairing: Jin x Reader (oc; female) Genfre: fluff; angst; humour Summary: One year after Jin almost kissed you at your company’s New Years Eve party, you try to make him jealous, only to find out the best way to solve problems is by talking. Rating: PG-13 Warning: some strong language Word Count: 4,939

If you're being honest, you're not entirely sure why you brought him.

Bringing dates to parties is a wholly natural and normal thing to do, expected by couples and their friends - expected by most when you have paired off, found love. Those around you are suddenly eager, suddenly curious and impatient to share your happiness. Bringing dates to parties is natural and normal, but, for you, something about Jimin's presence isn't quite right.

True, he says at all the right things. He fills your cup before his own, always with the correct amount of vodka and always with a soft, delighted smile playing at his lips. He is unafraid of dancing; dancing well or dancing badly, he does not judge. This is not a scale he considers, not even a scale that exists. Dance, he thinks, is a freedom, and you often think this is what drew you to him from he very beginning - the confident way he held your hips on your first date and the sudden, unexpected way he was happy to make a fool of himself.

He is unafraid of dancing and he is unafraid of making people laugh.

Without you by his side, he moves through the crowd with ease, speaking with your friends and colleagues as though he has known them all his life. Every time he pauses, lets himself be welcomed into a conversational bubble, he regards his partners as though they were the most important people in the room. Sometimes, you think, he is the sun and he is kind, ensuring that all those around him feel safe and warm and included. And, more than this, he makes Jungkook laugh, loud and hard, and as though he has never been shy at all.

There are many reasons, on paper and in your mind, that account for why you brought him, but there is only one that matters.

Everywhere you look, Jin stands and presides. He emerges in the corners of your vision, a thick, shadowy presence that makes your skin feel taught and your mouth salivate. Regardless of your focus, he becomes the natural focal point, standing by windows and illuminating the space as though he were all the light in the room. His broad shoulders effortlessly catch your attention, make your head turn until your gaze latches on to the somewhat exquisite slope of his arms.

The unapologetic way he laughs, almost ugly in its force and often shrill in its tenor, makes your ears ring. In his hand, he clutches his drink like a cross, brings it to the fullness of his lips as he listens to your boss talk and talk, nodding absentmindedly when he feels the time is right. Glasses perched elegantly on the bridge of his nose, he looks regal and he looks noble, completely out of place and far too charming for a holiday work New Years eve.

Jin is the reason, as poor of a reason as this is, because you wanted to make him jealous.

You wanted to make him jealous, and now, so close to midnight, you are unsure if he has noticed at all.

LAST YEAR

Even outside, standing on the roof in the chill of the air, Jin could make the world feel small. Looking down at you, his irises swim, thoughts moving and racing, unable to be caught by either of your hands, and your perspective begins to shrink. With you, he appears terribly different. In the office, he is called a shark, but with you he is impossibly soft. Soft, and bright, and made of nothing but his most gentle smiles.

It's a clear night, crisp enough to make your breath turn to mist as it hits the air, and his skin glows, incandescent beneath the light of the moon. Below you, the city is loud and alive - horns honking and lights shining. Motion is happening, life is occurring, urgent and insistent on the streets of New York but, for you, time has stopped.

In the silence, Jin licks his lips, tongue peeking out to wet the flesh and yours follows, the natural instinct of following wherever he leads.

'Are we even allowed to kiss at work events?' you murmur, mesmerized by the way his cheeks turn pink. You're unsure if it's your question or the chill as it presses against his skin, but the shade looks good on him. You decide, then, that every shade matches his tone - ever colour is his colour.

'I mean...' his voice fades, uncertain. 'Surely? We're not even on the same team.'

It strikes you then, what you asked and what he's implying. You hadn't really meant to ask about kissing him, hadn't even meant to be so explicit. But then, you hadn't expected him to reciprocate - not with so much eagerness. You feel almost as if you had unlocked the door, and he had thrown it open.

'Oh...' you breathe, eyes suddenly going wide.

'Sorry,' he laughs, shaking his head and shifting his weight on his feet. 'That was bold.'

'No, no.' You're quick with your words, eager to reassure him and eager to keep the tension that has grown between you. Against your teeth and tongue, it feels like progress. 'I think we both know that there's something a little more than friendship happening here.'

He takes a step closer to you, trying to close the distance, regardless of how small it is. The warm from his body radiates into your yours, your coat suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

'I've been polite, you know,’ he smirks, the light of the moon giving him a halo.

Tilting your head up to maintain eye contact, you swallow thickly. 'Polite?'

'Taking it slow,' he clarifies, cocking his head to the side as his eyes dart briefly to your lips, 'and being almost too careful because we work together.'

Furrowing your brow, you bite your lip, hoping he can feel the pressure of this phantom touch. 'Is this slow?'

'What else would it be?'

'I don't know,' you tease, playfully, 'it feels like we haven't moved at all.'

'Well, then,' he nods, seductive smile spreading across his features. 'That's slow.'

Feeling bold, you take a cautious step forward as you study his 'Syrup in winter?'

Jin hums, eyes dancing in the moonlight as he takes you in, the intensity of his stare making you shiver. 'More like the melting of the Iceman.'

You can't help but giggle, luxuriating in the closeness of him as you reach a hand to play with the sleeve of his jacket. 'At least we're on the same page.' Tearing your eyes away from his face, let your gaze walk down the length of his neck to the elegant windsor knot of his tie. Saying what you want to say is difficult, makes your throat feel tight and your tongue heavy. Looking at him as you attempt to speak feels like it will hurt, so instead you study the fabric of his clothes and let the cotton be his ears. 'Listen, I just want to make it clear...'

But Jin gets there first. 'How you feel?'

'Yeah,' you nod, still unable to look at his face. His beauty would make you causing an interruption in your words, rendering you ineloquent. 'Or at least, that I'm always of the opinion that if it's good, it's good and it should stay. You should make space for it.'

'You're saying...' Something in his voice sounds pleading, hopeful, and is this that makes you lift your eyes once more.

Emboldened, you take a sharp inhale of breath, letting the chill dry the edges of your nerves. 'If you feel the same then we should try.'

Letting one another fall silent, you simply regard one another, relaxed and content. In your joints, optimism flutters, sanguine in all it promises. A holiness has grown somewhere in the night, the concrete of the roof suddenly impossible and magical. You consider the moon a disco ball, the shadows on the streets your friends, your witnesses to the inherent grandness of this moment.

'It's past midnight,' Jin mumbles, unable to keep himself from smiling.

'I don't think we need permission from time to kiss,' you offer, voice thin and slightly bewildered.

Closing the distance, Jin reaches for your waist and pulls you to him. Through your clothes, his touch is electric, heated, and you stop yourself from hissing at the contact.

'Me neither,' he smirks, leaning down to hover just above your lips.

The door to the roof swings open with a bang, the metal of the handle resonating of the metal handle of the stairs. Jumping at the sound, you both turn your heads to see who has interrupted you though you do not break apart.

'Wooaaaaa,' Taehyung exclaims, shocked and startled to see you there. Immediately his tone changes, words slurred with alcohol as he teases. 'What's going on here?'

'Nothing!' Jin states, loud and brash, releasing you to drop his hands to his side. 'Just getting in a midnight kiss before it's no longer fashionably late. Literally, nothing.'

It’s impossible, you think, for the shattering of your heart not to overwhelm the noise of the city. In your chest, the fragments rattle, a clamour of rejection that makes the blood rush in your ears. How easily he dismissed you, how easily he felt he could toss you to the side. Turning to look up at the hard line of his jaw, your heart sinks, fingers suddenly numb with anxiety. No one had told you he could be this way, so changeable and mercurial, happy to deny even his own wishes if it meant saving his pride.

Stepping away, expression cold and impassive to mask your hurt, you scowl. 'Thanks, Jin.'

Turning for the door, you don't bother to pause or listen to his explanation. You think you deserve more than anything he could offer.

'Ah, fuck,' Jin exclaims, frustrated, and the sound follows you all the way back to the company holiday party.

NOW

One year on and still you look at him exactly the same way, pining and longing and lingering far too long to be considered appropriate for an office space. A thousand times a day, his name crosses your mind, racing through and in between as you stare at your computer, your phone, at the files that litter your desk. You hold his name against your tongue, sucking and savoring the flavor until it holds no sweetness at all, at which point you release it only to take it back in.

Jin, for you, is a cycle of craving that never once has had the audacity to cease. Sometimes, when he sits in meeting room seven, leaning back in his chair as he listens and and speaks, mouth moving without sound reaching your ears, you think about what you have to lose. What would you truly lose if you stormed in, turned him his chair and kisses him fully on the mouth, the way he should have? What would you lose if you stormed in, and shouted, said everything you had wanted to say for the last several hundred days?

These, the risks, are piled high, higher than you are truly willing to climb, but still you count them.

What's to lose: your job, your pay-check, your pride, friends, and, most of all, him.

You think you'd be okay losing some or most of them, but he is the one thing you do not compromise.

And so you brought Jimin, a dalliance that was not meant to last past the first date, but seems to have stuck well into the fifth. When you're being easy on yourself, you remind yourself he is not really your boyfriend, merely someone you hope to wean you off the one thing you cannot have. When you're being honest with yourself, you remind yourself that this is what it means to use a person, and you let the weight of the guilt and the self-loathing that comes with such a thing fill your chest like dirt. Roots form in your lungs, thick and brittle and making it hard for you to breathe. It is hard to look at Jimin, and to breathe easy. It is impossible to look at Jin, and to breathe easy.

Instead, you think you have grown gills, taken to the water of your emotions and learned to survive beyond the normal capacity of human will, and only now are learning what it means to be compassionate - with everyone, including yourself.

'It's almost midnight,' Jimin says, coming to stand at your side with another glass of champagne. 'Did I mention you look beautiful?'

Against your best judgement, you sigh, taking the drink and feeling the guilt eat away at your throat. Dressed to the nines in his three-piece suit, Jimin is everything a person could want. He’s handsome and charming, polite, considerate, and kind, and he’s making all of this impossibly difficult. You know that he should, that you deserve this kind of shame. He deserves someone better than you, someone who does not look at his smile and wish it belonged to someone with fuller lips; someone who does not watch him dance and wish he was slightly less skilled - he deserves to be wanted, not merely acceptd.

For a moment, you ask yourself if you could be that kind of person - the person who wants him. But then, your eyes find Jin as he pours Namjoon a drink, and you know, full well, that it could never be you.

'I love your co-workers,’ Jimin announces, trying still to pull you from your thoughts. When you turn to face him, he fixes you with a warm, knowing smile. 'They're nice.'

'Jimin...'

Releasing his own sigh, he takes a large drink of champagne before he speaks. 'I know what this is.'

'Sorry?' you blink.

'You haven't taken your eyes off that guy the entire night.' He tilts his head in Jin’s direction, eyeing him up and down with pursed lips.

'Fuck,’ you curse, running a hand through your hair. ‘ Jimin, I'm so sorry. I'm such an ass.'

'No, it's ok,’ he laughs, raising his hands as though he means to smooth your edges.. 'I thought it was odd you wanted me to come to this so early in our...whatever this is. I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid.'

Pressing your hand against your forehead, you squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed. 'Please be mad at me.'

'Why would I be mad?' he questions with a snort. 'I got a free dinner and a ton of drinks tonight.'

'Because I'm an ass,’ you repeat, keeping your eyes closed.

'You're human.’ Opening your eyes, you watch the way Jimin shrugs, nonchalant and wholy unphased. In the dim light from the part, he seems to shimmer, magical in the way he remains nonplussed. ‘You fuck up and can't help how you feel.'

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile. 'I could at least try.'

'Nah,' he laughs. 'That guy has an incredible body structure. I can't compete with that. I'm sure every woman here thinks about it - shit, even I will tonight.'

'Jimin -'

'I know,’ he presses, tone confident. ‘I'm so funny. I hope that guy is funny.'

Returning your gaze to Jin, the hairs on your arms stand on end, gooseflesh raising at the sound of his laugh. You wonder if it will always feel like this with him, magnetic and as though he is a black hole trying to pull you in. 'He can be.'

‘He sounds awful,’ Jimin states, flatly. ‘People should be funny all the time.

At this, you cock your head back and laugh, the sound rising above the din of conversation, glorious and wholly unlike the person you have been for the last year. It’s easy with Jimin, to pretend that you are a whole and happy person, because he makes it so easy to be playful and light.

'He can be,’ you nod, watching the way the champagne swirls in your flute with a distant smile. 'He makes dad jokes and sometimes is chaotic, and often makes me so mad.' Momentarily you pause, unsure if you should continue. But you do, knowing it is a truth that still lives inside you, knowing it needs to be said. He broke my heart.'

Jimin doesn't hesitate. 'He sucks. I hate him.' He scowls at Jin, watching him move through the crowd with a frown that puts dimples in his cheeks.

'Yeah, I tried that.' Your gaze meets Jimin's as you both watch Jin, your heart starting to flutter. 'But he's smart and he's kind, and he's human, too. It's important you know that he is kind.'

'Kind people don't hurt people,' is Jimin's reply. He says it so simply, you almost falter in your understanding of your feelings and your impression of the man who has consumed your thoughts for the better part of three years.

Pulling your gaze back to Jimin, you feel a closeness grow between you both, a familiar tether of understanding. 'I think my biggest flaw is that I can't get over him.'

'No it isn't.' He shakes his head as he turns to face you once more, sipping idly on his champagne. As he sips, you can almost see the wheels turn in his mind as he decides what to say. 'You sometimes chew with your mouth open.'

You can't help but laugh in surprise. 'Oh, my god?'

'I know we're only on date five,' he clarifies, smile easy and warm, 'so this isn't as profound as whatever else you have going on at home, but I just wanted to make you feel better.'

Unable to help the pull at your cheeks, you fix him a smile that feels both genuine and amicable. 'Thank you.'

'No problem.'

'Can we still be friends?'

You mean it, think that you need someone like Jimin. Someone who tells you the truth but ensures that it does not hurt, not in the vulnerable way that makes people hurt and feel exposed. Since you met him, he's brought aspects of sublime peace to your life, days and nights spent with him that make you laugh in a way you have not experienced in ages. He's different, not at all the person you expected to welcome into your life. And while it is true that you do not love him the way he deserves, still you think you do love him - love him in a way that keeps people close throughout the years of a long life.

'Can I still kiss you at midnight?' he bargains with a seductive smirk. 'Like a goodbye?'

'Of course,' you say, no hesitation in your answer.

'Then yes.' He extends his hand, offering to shake on the deal. 'Absolutely. I really do like spending time with you, but to be fair I didn't think the chemistry was enough for me.'

Shaking his hand feeling sheepish and apologetic, you sigh. 'I think that was my fault.'

'Don't blame yourself for everything.' Bringing his hand to your shoulder, he offers you a reassuring squeeze before turning back to look at Jin. 'Blame him for some of it.'

Resting your hand on his, you keep your hand still and enjoy the contact, glad it will not be the last you feel it.

'I will,' you say, feeling the natural pull to Jin once more. 'I absolutely will.'

Midnight stays with you, long after its passing and choosing to linger on your lips.

Standing on the roof of the building, it baffles you how much as changed in a year. The location of this roof, and of this restaurant, is different, down and across town to provide you different scenery and different sounds, but they reach you just the same. Life below you continues, hurried and rushing, the sound of people passing and people laughing reminding you that there is movement. Everyone and everything is constantly propelled forward, cacophonous and sometimes unwilling, no single moment appearing as the one the came before.

And so you wonder why you are stuck, unchanged and often immobile.

Jimin's kiss stays on your lips, an echo of goodbye and hello that morphs into a single, pleasing moment that did not set your soul alight. It's the first time you have kissed someone in years, the first time you have let yourself do such a thing, even though it was not with the person you wanted most. He held you, close and comforting against his chest, and kissed you as though he wanted you to remember him. Truthfully, you know he was helping - hoping that Jin saw and hoping that Jin hurt - but still, you feel as though you have hurt everyone, including yourself.

Hugging your jacket tighter around your body, you hum, glancing back down to your drink as you swirl it in the glass. You've gained a friend but still you feel alone, impossible alone, and imagine a life without Jin at all. You could change companies, could even switch departments to change floors, but you know that you would never. You'd never change so much of yourself just to get over a man - especially someone who would not do these things for you.

A breeze moves over your face, not quite the wintery gust you would expect so late in the season, but enough to make your bones feel numb, much the same way as your heart.

'He's a bad kisser.'

Jin's rich, smooth tenor cuts through the peace your have made for yourself, startling you and making you jump.

'Jesus, Jin,' you curse, turning to face him.

Hands slung casually in his pockets, he stands straight and tall, though not altogether confident. The tell-tale droop in his shoulders gives away his worry, eyes moving over you in hurried motions to read you, to see you, to touch without touching. Worry has painted a line into the corner of his mouth, and, in dim light of the city's natural glow, the muscles in his cheek twitch from the tension in his jaw.

'You scared me,' you continue, somewhat distracted by the way the wind moves through his hair.

'That kiss scared me.' Coming to stand beside you, he leans over the railing and watches the cars pass below.

Your blood boils, a flush spreading along your chest and neck. Anger rushes to your tongue and fingertips, body suddenly taught with frustration. 'Come off it, Jin,' you huff. 'You don't get to say shit like that. Not now.'

'I'm being serious.' Turning to face you, you're taken aback by the serious expression that paints his features. His gaze penetrates you, breath catching in your chest from the force. He does not falter, not for a moment. 'He doesn't know how to hold you.'

Swallowing thickly, you turn away, watching the street below once more and giving yourself room to breathe. 'Give him a break, it's still early days.'

'He doesn't hold you right.' Jin says it again, words sharp and pointed this time. Even without looking at him, you can feel the way he stares at your profile, the heat from his gaze making your ears burn. 'He slanted put his mouth on yours like he was learning how to drown - he didn't even realize how lucky he was.'

'Okay,' you snap, turning to face him and not bothering to let yourself wither for him. 'At least he kissed me.'

Jin scoffs. 'That's unfair.'

'You dismissed everything we had going for us, Jin.' Placing your drink on the brick below the railing, you turn to face him, suddenly feeling volatile. 'You didn't even try to defend it.'

'I called after you!' he exclaims, not backing down. 'I admit it was a shitty joke, but I was scared.'

'Bullshit,' you bark, not buying into his excuses. 'That is such a shitty, stupid reason, and you know it.'

You hold one another's stares for several moments, words living and dying on your tongue for you have too many to offer. They are all the words you've planned and all the words you could not expect, burning to ash in your mouth to make room for the ones that carry the most spite.

'Besides, Jimin isn't afraid. He's not a afraid to fuck up kissing me, cause at least he knows he's trying and he can learn.'

Jin falls quiet, running a hand through his hair and tugging it back as he closes his eyes. He's beautiful, so impossibly beautiful, and you hate that even now, even at this moment, you fall all over again.

'I know I fucked up,' he admits, quiet and soft, and suddenly reforming into the man you remembered him being.

'Do you?' you press, urging to hear him say it.

When Jin looks at you, hurt swims in his eyes. A pout pushes out his bottom lip, slightly and just enough for you to notice the change. 'You think I don't think about it?'

'I don't really know what you think,' you shrug, voice softening against your will. 'You don't speak to me very much.'

'Because it hurts.'

Rolling your eyes, you scowl. 'What are you, three years old? It's going to hurt sometimes, but you still try.'

'Speech goes two ways, Y/N.' Jin steps closer, leaning forward with indignation taking shape in his posture. 'You didn't try talking to me either.'

Cross your arms, you regard him with what you hope is an austere expression, not wanting to give up on what you deserve. 'You never said you were sorry.'

Mirroring your posture, Jin studies you, confused. 'I thought it was obvious I was.'

'Yes, your silence was terribly explicit,' you quip, sarcasm dripping from your words. 'How could I have not noticed.

'You know,' he begins, bewildered and laughing at nothing at all, 'for someone whose eyes follow me everywhere you're pretty oblivious.'

'Sorry?'

'Every day after,' he begins, stepping closer and making the air between you suddenly tight and warm, 'I waited near your desk to talk but you never looked at me. You kept giving me the cold shoulder. So I waited at our lunch table to talk, but you moved seats without even telling me. And when I sat at the table with you, you spoke to Sabine the entire time and wouldn't engage.'

Jin leans forward, eyes darting to your lips briefly before returning to yours. He swallows hard, and you find yourself distracted by the way his adam's apple moves, by the tendons in his neck, by the smell of his cologne. You want him, you know, you will always want him, even if he makes you so furious you often cannot speak.

'And then I kept booking meeting rooms near your office because I want to be near you,; continues, voice low and rich. 'I always want to be near you.'

In the aftermath of his words, you watch the way he breathes. He breathes and he sighs and, perhaps, he yearns, just as much as you.

Shaking your head to pull yourself back, you groan. 'This is so stupid. Is that supposed to make me feel better?'

'I don't know what it's meant to do, but it's the truth.'

'People fix things by talking, Jin,' you explain, hands flailing. 'You could have been explicit or made this conversation happen.' Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back and moan. 'God, this is so frustrating.'

It happens so quickly you can barely comprehend it.

Jin cups your face between his hands, his palms warm and comforting even in the January cold, and your eyes snap open at the contact. Easing your face down, he peers into you as though he were reading your very soul. You feel him there, a phantom inside your heart and your chest, making rooms inside your body in which he will live. He will live there and he will die, because you want him to. You want him to be yours so badly, you think your blood as re-coded itself, changed DNA and shape to match his - to invite him to you.

'Can you just tell me if you feel the same?' he whispers, urgent and desperate. 'If the feelings are still there?'

'Of course they are.' You wonder if this is how soulmates feel, if this is how great loves claims a person - with fury and with rage, all burning down into something magnificent.

'Then what the fuck are we doing?'

'I...' you begin, unsure what he's even saying. 'What?'

'Let me show you how you're supposed to be kissed.'

Pressing his lips to yours makes you both suddenly crumble. It's an onslaught of emotion - of fear, of delight, and of change. Instantly, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers teasing the hair that you find. He sucks at your bottom lip, but does not tease your mouth apart with his tongue. There is reverence in the way he kisses you, slow and passionate, turning you blood into liquid gold. Sighing against his lips, you find your breath comes in a small whine of pleasure, and it makes his chest rumble with a laugh.

Against your mouth, he is exquisite, likely crafted to be your match.

Between your hands, he is marble, a statue that has formed from your wanting and your craving, and he holds you as though you are the most important thing his fingers have ever touched.

And around you, the music of the city chimes, alerting to all those who might not have heard, that you are his.

You are his and he is yours, and never would you let him go again.

[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.

😜

[witchie-writings]

M!Noble Six with a cuddly s/o?

Ah, been a while since I wrote for Noble Six. Hope these aren't too late for you, anon.

Noble Six would be all for a cuddly S/O, despite his reservations about his armor being removed. To him, physical affection reassures him that his partner is real and safe, and the amount of dopamine that swirls through his veins is enough to send him off to Cloud Nine.

Just in general though, Six wouldn't mind PDA; in fact, I imagine he actively encourages it. He is a rare instance where despite him being a Spartan, he is quite open to the idea of physical touch in a relationship and isn't afraid to initiate it with his S/O if they'll allow him too. Be it hand-holding, an arm draped across his S/O's shoulders, he's all for it.

When the revelation is revealed to Noble Team about his S/O and how he can be quite affectionate with his partner (in a non-sexual way), it is something they didn't expect from someone who was formerly considered a lone wolf. Carter is the one who took the most issues with it; seeing it as they're active military, he believes that Six should keep physical contact with his S/O in public to a minimum and not preform it at all in front of superiors, but Six was never one to follow the rules too closely. The only part of the lecture he'll agree with is no PDA in front of his superiors, since he doesn't want his S/O be forced to split from him.

I follow my old set of HCs from quite a bit ago in the fact that Six would cuddle his S/O on the floor of their apartment when he's able to take some leave-time from his duties. Being a Spartan has some benefits, so Six would help his S/O buy many weighted blankets and pillows to help cushion the more rigged parts of his armor, along with buying stash of snacks and random movie flicks.

Prefers being the big spoon for obvious reasons - he's incredibly protective of his partner and has seen pieces of war that he would've never wanted to see, so holding them in his arms grants him some form of comfort. Doesn't mean he'll always want to be the big spoon though; after a nightmare or a rough week of jobs from Noble, he'd enjoy being held, or at least the best his S/O can hold him.

During his temporary leave-time from active duty, Six would likely carry his S/O on his back while he carries out the needed chores for the day. Quite quickly he'd become known through his S/O's little community - S/O's Spartan in shining armor, ever protective of his love, but radiates a soothing presence and carries a heart of glimmering gold. Six helps out whenever he's able to, but tries not to stay out too long as it make sure the sun doesn't agitate his S/O too much.

There have been a few occasions where Jorge and Jun visited Six during his leave, and the sight they got to witness Six catching a break under some shade, his S/O's head laying against his armored thigh and in a pleasant slumber; Six's gloved hands would be tenderly brushing against their scalp while his gaze was drawn to their sleeping form, love guiding all of his delicate actions. Jorge chuckled softly as Jun gave him a look - the mysterious Noble Six was absolutely love-struck.

[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

[ageless-aislynn]

“Cupid’s Kiss” (NSFW) (Caitlin x Eobard, The Flash) - FINISHED 🥳🎉

“15 Minutes” ch6 (John-117 x Reader, Halo) - POSTED 🥳🎉

Ya girl here’s on fiiiiYAH! 🔥🔥🔥😂😉

Next up, in some *waves hands* order:

WIPs in progress

“Recreation” ch 3 (Kai x maleReader, Halo)

“Guardian Angel” ch 3 (Time Wraith!Caitlin x Eobard, The Flash)

“The Price” (NSFW) ch 2 (Caitlin x Hunter|Zoom, The Flash)

WIPs not yet posted

“Choices” (aka A Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure 😉) (Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) Before I post the intro chapter, I want all of the chapters with each possible Noble Team member you could choose to be ready to post at the same time, so that’s going to take me longer. 🤷‍♀️

“Try” (Caitlin Snow x TomCav!Eobard Thawne, Caitlin Snow x MattLetscher!Eobard Thawne, The Flash) Aka The Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne. 3 chapters are already done and I really hope to finish this one eventually. It’s a total NO1CURRS but, well, I CURRS so I guess that’s enough, right? 🤷‍♀️😉

To Be Written

“Split” (title will probably change) Caitlin x Eobard, Frost x Nash, The Flash) The final fic in the Ghost of Eobard Thawne trilogy that I, um, forgot I never did. Thanks again, Anon, for not only reminding me but for caring that it was unfinished. 🤗)

Writing lists is fun (and helpful to me). 💖

PS - If you want to be tagged or be removed from being tagged for any of that, just let me know! 🤗

[witchie-writings]

Hiii i was wondering if you would do some general dating hcs for jun A266!! I love your writing sm!! Thanks! -owomonsterwrites

Had a hard time thinking about this one, since Jun still kind of confuses me, but I think I sort of got down what I imagine dating him is like, hopefully these will suffice!  I kind of imagine when dating him, it would take a while for him to truly open up; he’s seen the worst of wars and has seen many great men die on the fields, so he’s more closed off and has a tendency to brush off his trauma with jokes and the such.

He can be seemingly detached from reality at times, due to his trauma. He’s seen some really fucked events happen to the brightest of souls, look at Noble Team, so he’s learned to sort of… drown them out in a sense. Jun acknowledges his former team no doubt, as he had a tightly-knitted bond with Noble 5, Jorge, it’s just that there’s no point in lingering on the past, so he would rather focus on the future. Especially if it concerns his S/O. His lover he prizes above nearly everything, so he’d rather start making sure he’s able to carve out a future while he’s still around. 

Quite the chatterbox, so his S/O better prepare themselves for that. He usually isn’t always that way, especially concerning operations, but it’s enough to be considered not the norm for most spartans, and he definitely has stories to tell. They can be quite enjoyable, remember that one story he told where a soldier thought of his gun like a time machine? 

I imagine him as sort of a practical thinker, but sometimes goes with the flow. For example, he isn’t the type to drink normally, he sees no value in something like alcohol, but on occasion he’ll do it just because (don’t expect him to do it all the time though, he still has limits, he does it more often than say Carter, though).

He’s somewhat of a softy, but not as much as Jorge is. He’s more of a casual softy (is that even a thing?); leaning against his S/O, casually brushing his hand against theirs while walking, subtle praises, and even saying ‘I love you’ in public, though he isn’t always audible. 

Jun isn’t always the gloomy type, with his chatterbox persona, he does enjoy an enlightening saying or two. Say him and his S/O are having a friendly game to see who’s able to ensure more kills on the Grunts, he’d casually throw in something like, “If you win, do I have to sleep on the couch with the pup?” (imagine Jun and his S/O have a doggo)

There are times where he can be strictly serious, examples being when his S/O is put in danger that he isn’t confident he’s able to save them from (a rare occurrence, but it’s one of the only times that dread will start to seep in). If it’s an especially dire situation, he’d break off from his chain of command and go lone-wolf for the rest of the mission; he believes there’s little time left, and there is not absolute certainty his leader will be able to get to you in time, so he’ll take matters into his own hands, everything else be damned.

Not usually the protective type, if you’re curious. Jun can get jealous, though it usually isn’t major, more of he’ll let it be known that his S/O is taken, but he won’t resort to violence or any show of intimidation (unless the guy was asking for a beat-down; Jun may be a sniper, but he still knows how to deal a good punch). 

Doesn’t have too many hobbies, since his job as a spartan doesn’t allow it a majority of the time. Though I do imagine that if archery is still around, he’d be interested in taking that up. It’d be different from his normal sniper rifle, and it would give him a neat little challenge to his marksmanship; probably would want his S/O to take it up along with him, just so there's an extra layer of fun stacked on.

I imagine that Jun somewhat has a fascination with tattoos. He can admire the work it takes to safely draw one on the human skin (is draw the correct term? I have no idea) and cause as little pain possibly, while making the tattoo be as detailed as the commissioner wants it to be. It’s a delicate balance, and he can appreciate the craftsmanship. Honestly,he would probably want to get a matching tattoo with his S/O, possibly somewhere on the wrist or shoulder of a bird (what type of bird is up to you).

[b-312-mia]

In The End

Noble six x reader

Faint sounds of fire crackling filled up the once was mainly empty cave which was now more of a hide away for yn and noble six, until some rescue group is sent or they found a way to leave. Ever since Reach was glassed com signal has been nothing but shit. It was noble sixes first glassing but somewhat the opposite for yn, if you count them bein on alpha nine under bucks Command and witnessing the start of New Mombasa glassing otherwise it could be they're first. After the lost of Rookie it was hard for everyone in alpha nine, eventually after a while the team went separate ways, but once in a while will meet up for a simple dinner. After a good few weeks for yn they eventually became a squad leader themselves for they're own team. Hard at first, settling in as a leader while still recovering from rookies death, it eventually became easy after a while. Awkward in the very beginning but eventually yn came up with a way to slowly break the ice which worked, became close, real close, as a family at that, but In The End, all good things end. While on Reach with Noble Team not only witnessing the deaths of sixes teammates but you're own. Oh the guilt... what a bitch. The flashbacks, everything. Looking over at the 1000 lb spartan who was sitting across from you now next to you, aware of how you're clearly feeling. It was interesting, all Civilians, Higher Command Staff, ODST, ONI even believed in the stereotypical stuff around Spartans being nothing but superhuman,merciless, Killing machines with no emotions, but six has shown otherwise. Despite his past of being a Lone wolf, which noble team managed to help him slowly break the mindset of, has shown how he cares for his own teammates, how close he is with them and how much his teammates death took a drastic impact on him. You knew he was afraid of Loosing you, and you wouldn't blame him. Too much has happened that if you lost either or, the other would more in likely go insane on a full rampage. His silence reminded you of Rookie in a way, how silent he was but put his genuine feelings in actions, funny how he didn't talk much but you both were always found with one another, though six can and will talk, he was still a more of putting his genuine emotions through his actions guy which you didn't mind. Spacing off at the entrance of the cave as you sat there and thought to yourself.. how were y'all gonna leave.. what is going to happen when you do.. what if there's no way to leave.. your mind kept racing slowly making you have a headache before a gloved hand reached and held one of you're's. "You know thinking is good but there should be a limit." He spoke tiredly. You wouldn't blame him, the firefight with back to back waves of Covenant and trying to survive took a drastic impact of energy. "I know.. but" being cut off as he place one of his fingers over your lips to make it clear for you to be quiet. "Shh, here eat this and rest. We can plan something when we have enough energy to go and explore Reach after the glassing for any luck on anything" handing you an MRE before opening one himself, "will do Leiutenant" emphasizing heavily on the Leiutenant before looking at him making yall both laugh, before he shooked his head. "Honestly, the only reason why I'm sane right now is because you're here. Otherwise I would've been gone mentally." He admitted, making you smile at his words, though at other times he could be cheesy, with you he didn't hesitate to talk, not even one bit. "I could say the same" you replied as you looked out the cave entrance, evident is night as you waited for the main entree of the MRE to finish heating up. Maybe In The End not everything is gonna be a giant pill of shit, but you weren't gonna jinx it.. who knows maybe he could taken from you in the blink of your eye, looking at the spartan who was struggling due his gloves you couldn't help but snicker some before offering to help him open a small packet....

Hi there, I'm B-312-MIA! Must say this is my first fanfic in a long while and I'm still learning more about Noble Team due to me being more of an ODST halo person. I hope yall enjoy this little one shot we can call it I suppose. But do if you ever have a suggestion I should write please share, I don't mind writing anything though smut would take a bit longer due to me not writing those much. But I won't waste any more of y'alls time and let y'all have at it. :))

[witchie-writings]

Halo | Noble Six HCs

hahha im simping for noble six :'))

still would marry douglas tho- these hcs are just for male noble six rn slkgaklh

M!Noble Six x Reader HCs:

When starting a relationship with Noble Six, theres two things to keep in mind: one, he's not much of a talker (an actions speak for him type of guy), and two, he's not going to take his armor off by any circumstances.

So if you really really want cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc. you're gonna have to get used to not feeling his skin.

Another thing, Six isn't the most social out there, some say that he's antisocial.

That's not to say he hates company, it's just he's been operating on his own for quite some time at this point, so interacting with others is something he has to adapt to first. Noble Team helped him slowly break out of the 'lone wolf' mindset, but despite that he still struggles. Please don't blame him if he just awkwardly stands there. He's trying.

Even though he's silent most of the time, I genuinely believe he can shoot out a good flirt or two. Don't ask me where he got this charm, it comes naturally to him.

Really considerate of his S/O's feelings and thoughts on nearly every decision he makes. Every time he has to make a choice which involves his S/O, he immediately goes to them to get input. It's really sweet of him honestly.

Never, ever, ever does anything without your permission. Some spartans would be willing to betray their partner's trust to protect them, but not Six. He would never turn his back on his S/O like that; they have every right to choose what they think is safe for them, no one else gets to decide.

Six knows how to cook. You don't know where or how he got the ability to cook actual good food, but god it's a literal blessing after you've eaten so many rations.

He has a sense of humor!! It's a mix of the normal joky humor mixed with the occasional dry joke, it's kinda scary how many jokes he can crack in an hour though.

Would most definitely introduce you to Noble Team, though he would introduce you to Jorge first. He can be quite intimidating at a first glance, but upon interaction, you noted that he's quite the sweetheart and very polite.

Though Six doesn't quite appreciate it when Jorge begins to tell you some rather embarrassing things Six does when you're not around...

Your next introductions would be Carter and Kat, who show their approval through subtle movements that Six picks up on. You don't exactly notice since you haven't been around them as long as Six has, but believe me, they approve. You even noticed Carter gave you the nod of affirmation!

Now, with Jun... he doesn't care that much. Sure, he'll stay and chat with you while Six watches, but other than a few conversations, he'll go back to fixing the gears on his rifle to prep for his next mission. So I guess you're on his good side?

Six was saving Emile for last, mainly because of his explosive tendencies and the fact he knew he was intimidating in his own right. And damn, you hid behind Six when he finally got Emile to come introduce himself.

It felt like you were having a staring contest with the Devil himself as Emile told you his name; he was gauging your reactions to him and after thinking for a moment, he gave Six a pat on the shoulder and said he was lucky to have someone like you. Don't lose your S/O, Six, you caught a good one.

I'm pretty sure you and Six let out a sigh of relief together after Noble 4 left.

Afterwards, the both of you decided to go back to your house after all of that to cuddle on the floor, since you damn well knew Six couldn't lay on your bed. You know from experience, you lost a good bed.

Honestly, if you were the artistic type of person, he'd love for you to doodle a few things on his armor with some permanent paint, so everywhere he goes, he has a piece of you with him.

God, he's a fucking SUCKER for cheesey romance flicks. More than one occasion you've witnessed this thousand pound spartan on the floor of your living room binging the latest romeo and juliet remake while tossing some popcorn underneath his helmet.

He uses you to work out. No, seriously. Ever since he introduced you to Noble Team, all of them see you casuaully sitting on Six's back reading a book while he does push ups. Or that time he did one of those training races with you on his back, having a casual conversation about pancakes.

Oh yeah, Six likes pancakes. Man does a fine good job making some bomb pancakes with fresh fruit and syrup.

I honestly see Six being into hyper-pop/glithcore types of music, with blends of rock or heavy metal dabbled in there. If you share his interests, you can make yourself comfortable on his lap as you both scroll through the latest albums of your favorite artists.

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕

However, the exceptions will be if:

I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷‍♀️)

I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)

My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)

(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)

Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!

I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!

Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!

(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)

Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞

This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.

“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.

Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)

“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).

I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf​‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)

If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉

Flash Masterlist

Halo Masterlist

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...

“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson

Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!

🤗💖