#master chief drabble

[ghostlychief]

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Prompt/Idea: Master Chief x F or GN Reader who is a failed Spartan. Nothing dramatically wrong (from our POV) but just didn't turn out how Halsey wanted/had hoped.

Thank you for your service 🫡

whew, so sorry for the delay on your request. i took a break from writing. hope you enjoy this small drabble <3

master chief x g!reader

no warnings

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You do not know why you found yourself back here, on the grounds of Reach. More specifically, you do not know why you are standing at the gate of the training facility which once held so much weight in your heart. Now, looking at the tall, iron gates in front of you, you only see bones of a carcass, without ever the intent of disintegrating. No, instead, they will remain in place, as a constant reminder that you were a defect. Just a misstep in Halsey's grand Spartan program.

You were nearing your thirty's at this point, but you still vividly remember your youth as a Spartan, well, a hopeful Spartan. These training grounds became your second home of sorts and everyday brought a new and exciting challenge.

Before you can recall anymore of your adolescence, a voice pulls you from your memory.

"Admiring the view?" A deep voice cuts through the cold air and you turn to find the source of it.

There stands a man, not much taller than you actually. That was one gene that developed right you guess, your height. The man must be only five or so inches taller than you, and its then you realize he must be a Spartan.

You give him a short smile then scoff, "More like reliving the worst years of my life."

The man chuckles and steps closer to where you are standing, still looking up at those goddamn gates. He responds, his voice light, "Yeah, I remember my day's here too, lots of sore muscles and broken bones. None of mine, of course." He peers towards you, with a small quirk of his lips.

Figures, this guy probably caused a lot of damage.

You get another glance at him, and while he's not towering over you, he still is large. Abnormally so, even for a Spartan like him. You wonder where he got the lucky genes.

"So, where are you stationed?" His question once again brings you back down to reality.

"I'm not." You mentally shake your head. "I mean... I'm not stationed anywhere, I'm not a solider."

His eyebrows raise and you see him rub his neck. Then he responds, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought–"

"That I was a Spartan?" You don't even feel bad for cutting him off. And before he can even defend himself, you keep talking.

"I was one of Halsey's failures. There just was something off with me I guess. Anyways, the moment Halsey realized I was of no use to her, she discarded me."

You kick the dirt with your boot and shrug. The man starts to apologize again and you turn your head and smile up at him, "Nothing for you to be sorry for. Such is life." you give him another shrug.

"Y/N, by the way. "Y/N 211 if you want to be official." You stick out your hand. You haven't read your call number for ages and it feels weird on your tongue.

"John. John 117; officially."

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It's only when you get back to your apartment when you put two and two together.

"Motherfu–"

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[fortheb0ys]

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

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

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

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

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

A small kiss is placed on his forehead.

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

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

[mxchineandnerve]

Good Morning, Sunshine

“Go. To. Sleep.” Said one very impatient artificial intelligence. She could handle her Spartan’s stubbornness in small doses, but this was just infuriating! Said Spartan was as reticent to do so as could be. There was little time for rest, especially in a place like this. The Index was so close. If the Chief so much as closed his eyes, he’d practically be gift-wrapping it for the alien zealots. No, something as useless as sleep could wait, at least till the ring was in no more danger of firing.

“Passing out will help approximately....oh wait, NO ONE!”

“I’m not gonna pass out.” Said one very miffed Spartan-II. “Yeah you kinda said that the last three times, too. Look, there’s two of us in here. You may be able to hide your fatigue from everyone else, but everyone else can’t see your melatonin levels.” “Where am I even supposed to sleep?” “You’re one of the smartest humans I know; you can figure it out.” The Master Chief sighed an exasperated sigh. Knowing Cortana, if he didn’t stop for a breather now, he’d never hear the end of it. Something as useless as sleep was apparently something he just had to do. It wasn’t like their was anything important he had to do. The Library was still a good half-day’s march to the east from the snow-capped summit they stood on. If he continued without stopping, the Chief would have made it there by sundown. But he instead relented and paused in place, if for no other reason than for her to stop barking at him. While he immeasurably appreciated his companion’s concern, it was getting a bit out of hand. The first order of business was to find shelter. The unnatural wilderness that surrounded them both seemed bereft of anything resembling the mouth of a cavern, eliminating that option pretty quickly. The Chief was also lacking rope, a tarp, and anything one would first think of for making shelter. For a Spartan like him, a lack of supplies would not be a hindrance. There was one supply that was readily and abundantly available to the Chief; snow and lots of it.

____________________________ By the time the artificial sun dyed the horizon a burnt orange, the Chief had his shelter; an icy cave hewn from as much snow as he could dig up with his hands and propped up by whatever loose stones and branches he’d scavenged earlier. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do with what he had. Resourcefulness was always one of his strengths. As for the temperature, his MJOLNIR would take care of that. The bodysuit that the plating sat on was more than capable of regulating his body temperature. John was never too hot nor too cold when in armor. The easy part was over, now came the hard work of actually forcing himself to sleep. If he just sat in the silence, his brain would become a monkey. It would swing from vine to vine and branch to branch, never satisfied and always on the move. He laid himself flat on an alcove he’d dug into the snow. It wasn’t long before he started shifting, fidgeting, and doing everything but sleeping. The glow of his HUD didn’t help either. There was no way to escape the blue glimmer of his exoskeleton’s many system and statuses. “I can dim them if you want me to.” Cortana calmly announced. “Thanks.” It hardly helped, but John always appreciated the sentiment. He must have been awake for at least three hours. That was his closest estimate when he got bored enough to actually count the seconds. When all else failed, he tried to recall something Linda taught him. His memories were not without the sting of guilt. Blue Team had only been separated for five weeks, but that such a short time did nothing to quell the Chief’s worries. With little contact with his team, he could only assume the worst. John-117 could very well be the last of his kind, the last stubborn stone that neither wind nor rain could erode away. He chose to grapple with carrying their legacy the same way he’d always dealt with his demons; by locking them away. He just had to do that thing Linda had taught him. He had to do nothing but think only of his breath. In. Out. In. Out. What was he going to do if he was- No! Not now! In. Out. In. Out. In..Out.. In...Out... In....Out.... The Spartan’s dream was incoherent, a mishmash of lived experience and imagined fantasy. It was not a pleasant dream, that much was certain. Though she was did not have access to every corner of her Spartan’s mind, she had studied human sleeping habits enough to know what the twitching meant. If only she could enter his mind and pacify his frenzied dreaming. It was painful to watch the man who for all intents and purposes was her elder sibling suffer. Worse still was knowing that she could do nothing about it. She just had to stay in place, shut her facsimile of a mouth and wait for dawn. Before the newly-rested Spartan so much as opened his eyes, a giggly cry of “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, it’s time to get a move on!” jolted him back into consciousness.

[grecianfilipina]

I AM GOING FERAL OVER EVERYTHING IN LIFE SOMEONE PLEASE MEDICATE ME FORCEFULLY

[leggerefiore]

c. could i get somethin about avery’s s/o using his lap as a pillow. pls. i got him in masters and he’s too cute i can’t stand it AGHH 😫😫😫

cw: short drabble, fluff

pairing: Avery/Reader

Avery was not usually one to blatantly express his concern for others. Admittedly, he was well aware of how self-centred he could be, but there was a sense of camaraderie with certain people that let him bravely express those thoughts. You were chief among them. Naturally, of course, as you were his partner. He crossed his arms across his chest. There was no need for telepathy to understand how plainly exhausted you were. You had been helping him train, which he had deeply appreciated, but your health was concerning for him.

Really, if you fell sick… He shuddered to think about whom he might have to pair up with. Those kids from the dojo had been following him around with sparkling eyes. Instead, he thought of a better solution. Your shared lodgings were far off to warrant a trip back, especially with how he had made plans to train with Klara later. Ditching that… He could already hear her. No. That was not to happen. His Future Sight had predicted a horrible headache if he did. Instead, he sat down on the ground and motioned for you to join him.

You easily met his movements, sitting down beside him. The forest you two had settled in was to help train him again bug types, but he had unfortunately been overwhelmed. “… Are you exhausted?” he asked plainly, “It would be quite inelegant if you passed out…” He offered his lap to you with a sigh. You blinked a few times in reply. “Why don't you have a nap here? With my psychic prowess, you should be more than safe to relax.” That slight bit of coaxing seemed to help you catch on to what he meant. Your head rested on his thighs soon enough. He let out a huff. It was just the two of you as far as he was aware, not that he would care too much if someone spied you two together.

His hand found your hair as he decided to ponder the training session that had just happened. You two had seemed quite in sync, but there were times you had been unable to match up with him. It seemed he was struggling even with you. Annoyance ate at him. You two really should have been in perfect sync – He was your boyfriend! And he was most at ease in your presence over anyone else. Maybe that was part of the issue? He felt your cheek nuzzle against his leg. His fingers gently massaged your scalp. If only he were able to read your thoughts… Or predict things. His only psychic talent was truly telekinesis even still… Being surrounded by so many more talented psychics was driving him mad. What if they caught your attention? That Elite Four member from Sinnoh had him especially on edge.

But… His gaze shifted down to you, napping comfortably on his lap. Avery let himself relax. Right… You saw more in him than just his psychic abilities. Another sigh left him. Why was he so insecure? You clearly felt strongly for him… You had even supported him after he lost his position as a gym trainer. He pushed up his glasses to rub at his eyes.

~

As Klara approached the meeting place, she stomped up in annoyance. Her bow had gotten stuck in some limbs a few times already. Why had Avery chosen such an obnoxious place? That top hat of his was assuredly falling off his head if her bow was getting stuck. She was grumbling quite loudly up until she found herself floating off the ground. Her gaze travelled to Avery, who was shooting an icy glare at her with a finger firmly place on his lips.

The pink haired woman quickly realised why when she spotted the person napping on his lap. Great. Another thing to seethe over.

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[ruiniel]

By your hand

Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings

Relationship: Arwen/Éowyn

Rating: M (eventually)

Summary:

In which the high commander of Gondor and the emissary of Rivendell steal a few moments together. Written for this gorgeous artwork by @saintstars : Horse Girls as part of @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles & Drabbles 2024

On AO3

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Age of Arda

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I. Eyes upon me

Éowyn crossed the halls followed by her reports, their armor shining silver and copper. None were lost on the latest expedition, which was a stroke of relief to all. 

As Chief Commander, cleansing the Morgul Vale amounted to a large part of her duties after the fall of the Shadow. Despite being vanquished, the mark of its claws still lingered over the land and pockets of ruthlessness yet clamored an allegiance to their former lord and master, wreaking havoc on the borders.

Fatigue wore down her muscles but her mind stayed sharp as Éowyn and her captains met with king and council. Emissaries had come, as they regularly did, to convene on ways to aid the efforts of Gondor, and even as she delivered her report the commander felt eyes upon her. 

Of course, this was nothing new—she’d gained quite the reputation, after all. 

But one gaze lingered among many, and from the corner of her eye, Éowyn discerned a glittering stare: one that held memories of pain and relief alike, bearing warmth that brushed her sullied cheek as it once did long ago, in the Houses of Healing.

Sensations and nerves aside, she continued as though unawares, relaying the state of things as they were with no embellishment. After all was done, Éowyn was able to retreat to the rooms allotted to her for the regular trips to the capital. She'd planned on returning to her new home in Haramon within the week, and that was well and good.

Or would have been.

Bathed and changed, she could barely keep her eyes open, gazing out the grand window facing stars that hung gleefully in a black sky. Their silvery light lingered in her mind long after she fell in a heap, sprawled over the voluminous bed. Éowyn absently cleared the messy, wet strands from her face. You’re here, then… it has been a while, hasn’t it? 

As her eyes were closing, there came a knock on the chamber door, and a youth’s muffled voice from the other side.

“My lady, a missive for you!”

After the messenger handed her the folded piece of paper, Éowyn cast a furtive look at the wax sigil.

The hardened skin of her fingertips brushed over the elegant, languorous handwriting; the expression on her face remained still as she read. When she looked up, the youth was still there, shuffling his feet. 

“You may go,” she told him with a pleasant smile that caused a mumbled ‘Yes, my lady’, and a flustered scurry. 

Still smiling, Éowyn closed the chamber door and slid down to the floor, her back propped against the cold wood. 

How can I refuse?

But you knew this already, did you not, nihtegale? 

AN:

In this AU, I had Éowyn stay on after the War of The Ring to be one of the two Chief Commanders of King Elessar, whose duties involved guarding and maintaining the borders of Gondor. Haramon - originally Emyn Arnen was written as Haramon. Chose to use this first version of the name here. 'nihtegale' - 'nightingale' in Old English. For the purpose of this fic, I used it as a term of affection in Rohanese!

TBC

[nomelwelloy]

Neuvilette & Wriothesley drabble | fluff

a/n: kinda modern au kinda not, wish hat jellyfish beanies were real… also forgot to mention this was inspired by that one ep in ‘the masterful cat is depressed again’ ;; (that show is so good) [edited]

"You look nice," he has the slightest curl on the corner of his lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you in casual clothes." he catches the light dusting of pink over Neuvilette's cheeks. "Are these new?"

His cheeks darken further. He had had no other choice. All there were in his wardrobe were his work robes, and when he realised this it was already too late; the day out of the outing had come. Neuvilette clears his throat, his mind flashing back to a mere two hours ago at the boutique. "Yes," he picks at the collar of his dress shirt. "You can tell?" he wonders quietly to himself.

There's a delayed beat of silence when they come to a stop at the traffic crossing.

"It doesn't smell like you,"

Neuvilette turns away to hide the growing flush on his cheeks, but alas, the red reaches even the tip of his ears.

Wriothesley bites back another grin, both embarrassed at his words yet dizzingly proud to have elicited such a reaction from the judge. "Also, the tag is still here,"

"Ah," he calmly responds. Neuvilette rips it off and stuffs it into his pocket, still unable to meet his eye. "Shall we cross?" The pedestrian light flickers to green then and he strides ahead and leaves Wriothesley jogging to catch up with him.

"Thank you for accompanying me today," he cracks another grin, sharp canine peeking from under his lip. "I didn't think I'd be able to get the Chief Justice to go out, let alone to the amusement park."

"If Sigewinne wants to go," Neuvilitte corrects. "Of course I have to come,"

They reach the entrance, spotting her up ahead. She's already geared up in her blubberbeast-themed novelty hat, balloon corsage and her eyes are glittering with an excitement visible from even a mile away.

Wriothesley waves back and they join the entry queue, while Sigewinne is distracted by another amusement park goer, eyes glued to his hat jellyfish beanie.

"Well then, I suppose I'll have to get Sigewinne out more often." Wriothesley says with a wistful sigh. "But she's already so busy, I'd hate to trouble her..."

Neuvilette eyes him warily, yet slightly amused. "And I am not?"

Wriothesely gently urges him further into the queue with a small hand on his back, an easy motion that comes without much thought. "Of course, but I'd hate to see the great Chief Justice overworked."

"I'll think about it," Neuvilette passes their tickets to the staff and thanks her, finally clearing the entrance. "No promises,"

Wriothesley briefly leans in, "That's good enough for me," he says quietly, letting his words brush past his ear before he's strolling ahead to join Sigewinne.

Neuvilette bites back a sigh, yet not at entirely displeased. He adjusts his coat and gives it a firm tug, like he does every time before entering court.

He joins them, barely resisting Wriothesley's when the hat jellyfish beanie is placed upon on him.

[ghostlychief]

the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your lover's here.

John 117 (aka master chief) x reader

A/N: this is pure comfort - John sings to you as you wake from a nightmare.

beta read by the lovely @empresskadia <3 thank you so much, hun!!!

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You were currently running up the tallest hill you have ever imagined. But as you took each step, a piece of the ground slithered beneath you, keeping you from summiting the slope. It was no use, you were going nowhere, yet it feels like you’ve been running for ages. You turn back to see who’s been chasing you all this time. Yet, when you glance behind you, you only see shadows and red where eyes are supposed to be. There’s no solid figure, just blurs running behind you, catching up to you.

You start to hear a faint humming sound in the distance. You originally think it’s malicious, but you find that the voice is comforting and grounding. It’s wrapping you in its sweet embrace, somehow diminishing the terror around you.

“…close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your lover’s here.” You finally come to: tears are flooding your eyes, and you feel the streaks trail down your face.

“…beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”

When you fully open your eyes, you see that John is there with you, his hand stroking your head. His hand briefly stops its ministrations and moves to catch your fallen tears with his thumb.

He starts to absentmindedly twirl your hair with his calloused fingertips as he continues to hum and softly sing this estranged lullaby. You could feel the gentle, rhythmic tug on your scalp as he twirls your hair around his calloused fingers. The act itself was tender and absentminded.

You know it, the song he’s humming; it sounds so familiar. You’re certain it is an old song from Earth, dating back to the 20th century. How John knows it, you’re unsure. But you choose not to focus on that right now, and instead focus on his tender touches that are bringing you slowly back to reality, away from your nightmarish dreamland.

He continues to sing to you, his deep voice reverberating through you, once again grounding you. You realize that you don’t need to be afraid anymore, he’s here with you and you’re okay.

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “It's All Coming Along” (1/1) Author:@ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series, Halo game verse Summary: A vague blurring of the TV and game verse in 100 silly little words. Happy Wanksgiving, everybody! 👀😂😉 Rating:  M (R) Length: 106 Spoilers: If you can find spoilers for the show or the game in this, I applaud you. 😂😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. I usually don't put the naughty stuff here in case of a read more failure but this one should be safe. It's all innuendo. (Hey, in YOUR endo, pal... 😂😂😂)

Okay, so I just read about Wanksgiving and for some reason, my muse perked her ears up. However, in her usual fashion, she decided that, since it's only a drabble, she really wanted to spend approx 100 words hopefully giving out a naughty chuckle or two. And undoubtedly some *eyerolls* too. Whatever, we're good here. Unlike poor Chief.

*whispers* Sorry, Chief.

This pairs well, IMO, with the Halo 2 Master Chief Death Sounds from Jharlz777 at Youtube. Enjoy. 😂

(And if anybody's wondering, I really am also working on my actual WIPs but this popped to mind and I wanted to share. Because I care. 😇💖 I also am slightly intrigued by actually figuring out the WHY behind this fic, lol! 🤔😁)

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Chief came when you called.

Next time, you really should wait until after his briefing with Lord Hood, though.

Chief came running.

He didn't even miss a step but the noise he made scared half a dozen Grunts.

Silver and Blue Teams came into the Pelican before it took off.

The marines were split between horrified and impressed. Well, it was more like 5% horrified, 25% super impressed and 70% quickly scribbling down notes.

Chief was invited to your birthday party but he didn't come.

Next time, buy him dinner first. He's not a machine, you know. Give him a break, he's had a rough day.

[risingsoleil]

Can we get a little Drabble on the kids being protective of Lin? They’re older now, maybe they side with Lin during a fight or something happens to Lin?

Republic City is celebrating its rebuilding efforts after Kuvira's army was taken down.

It's a huge celebration for the city.

Unlike previous events, Lin and Tenzin are finally joining as VIP guests rather than for their jobs. They're dressed in quiet luxury and glamour, along with their children.

The Beifongs have also had their experience with Lin being switched to another world, and the entire adventure has changed their children forever.

In the middle of the party, some reporters have circled Lin to question her about the increased crime rates, and how RC will handle the compromised border security. Though the latter doesn't fall in her jurisdiction, the press doesn't care and it seems they're attempting to pin the hard topics on her.

The flashes are blinding Lin and she can't sense Tenzin with her heels on.

"Chief Beifong, you haven't done anything to secure---ahhh!"

She can feel droplets of water lightly splashing.

Lin blinks and the flashes turn away from her.

All four of her chlidren are standing behind the reporters. The press is drenched with liquor, ice, and water. In her children's hands are empty glasses and unamused expressions.

Flashes explode at the Beifong children.

"I thought journalists were supposed to be accurate and fair," Jin remarked, handing a waiter his glass and reaching for a new full glass of liquor. "But I guess nowadays they hire anyone who doesn't know what impartiality means."

One of the reporters growled. "And I guess your mother raised all of you to be entitled, insolent br--AAAH!"

Three more glasses of liquor splashed in his face.

Kang approached him and shoved his empty glass in the reporter's hands. "Aren't you the guy who got fired from Republic News? And then you tried to sell secrets to The Elemental Times, and they still didn't hire you? Also, don't you have a cousin who's in a triad that protects you so long as you don't snitch on them?"

The man paled.

A sly smile grew on Kang Beifong's face. "Yeah, which one was it? Oh, the Rising Flame, I think."

"Kid, ya better shut your trap or else--" He raises his fist, but is stopped when a man in red robes stands between them. His eyes look up at the taller man and he clears his throat. "Master Tenzin, your boy has a way with lying."

Tenzin inhaled deeply, but kept his face straight. "I think the liquor is getting to some of us. We're here to have a wonderful evening to celebrate Republic City. Are we not?"

The press grumbled.

"Why don't you go and grab yourselves a glass of wine? You all look so parched and dry."

Reluctantly, the press dispersed but not without sneaking several other photos.

Tenzin reaches for Lin's hand, interlacing their fingers together as they look at their kids sternly.

Not a single sign of guilt or regret is etched on their faces.

"What did we say about getting involved with press?" Lin asked.

A shrug. "They were being stupid," Kang reasoned.

"You better hope that comment doesn't bite you in the ass, Kang. I don't need you to get involved in a triad hit."

"We've had hits on us before."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, Mom. Anyway, let's go have dessert."

Tenzin and Lin share a look, and they shake their heads.

"They were trying to protect you," Tenzin explains.

Lin rolled her eyes. "I don't need to be protected with the press. Now look. They might have just gotten themselves a hit by the triad."

"I know...we'll be extra cautious. And warn them, too."

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Charlie's Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick Master List

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#Top Gun: Maverick, #Top Gun (1986), #Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, #Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace, #Javy 'Coyote' Machado, #Robert 'Bob' Floyd, #Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia, #Reuben 'Payback' Fitch, #Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw, #Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, #slooserole, #Ron 'Slider' Kerner, #Carole Bradshaw, #hangster, #icemav, #bobnix, #fanback, #MavDad, #Polish Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, #Italian Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, #Dagger Squad, #Trans Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, #Ace Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Fics:

AO3:

ignition [hangster, firefighter!Bradley AU, 5+1, humour]

#ignition tag

(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot [trans Bradley, transition-related, icemav as dads, hangster, getting back together]

#(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot tag

slow down (you're doing fine) [Bradley-centric, icemav as dads, hangster, getting back together]

#slow down (you're doing fine) tag

just hold my hand [Mav's POV, the mission if hangster never broke up, mpreg and Mav/Ice as grandpas]

#just hold my hand tag

This hellsite only:

mini fics:

Family of Seven (Bradley and Jake accidentally adopt five kids) #Family of Seven tag

Angsty Baby Bradley series (Bradley POV, WIP snippets, Slider POV, IceMav POV, Adult Bradley POV) [hangster, icemav raised Bradley, Uncle Slider]

fic ideas/drabbles/prompts :

Mav is declared KIA and Ice finds out he's in his will as Bradley's guardian

Mav stays with Charlie until he becomes Bradley's guardian, Ice starts helping with raising him before they even get together

Carole and Mav get married after Goose dies and Ice and Slider pine

Ice is in denial about his feelings for Mav and Slider takes things into his own hands [fwb Slimav, pre-Icemav] Part 1 (Slider POV), Part 2 (Mav POV)

Polish!Ice and Italian!Mav headcanons

Ice and Mav wear matching clothes - Jake and Bradley mimic it years later

Post on Bradley calling Mav dad

Carole and Ice are Catholics and attend Polish Church together

4+1 'Ice checking on Bradley during the night' ficlet [icemav raising Bradley, hangster allusions]

Ice passes away in his sleep and what is left [Jake POV; ice and mav getting older, icemav as bradley's parents, icemav, hangster]

hangster starts here >>

Mav finds out Bradley who he hasn't talked to in over 10 years (and Jake) have a whole load of kids [mavdad angst, hangster, mpreg?? idea]

Jake realizing how much of Bradley's hot mannierism is inherited from Mav (and Ice)

Firefighters AU - legacy ff! Bradley, bat chief! Mav and baby ff! Jake training under new captain Bradshaw [hangster as cap/probie]

Jake and Bradley becoming flight instructors and becoming a good and bad cop in the eyes of their students [older and 'secretly' married hangster]

Bradley wants to organize a wedding (vow renewal) that Mav and Ice never had - he is terrible at it and needs help from someone who isn't - Jake [hangster, rom com vibes, getting back together]

Bradley learns to pick locks (and people's hearts) [hangster, icemav raised Bradley]

Humour fic AU idea where Bradley's papers haven't been pulled and he does land in USNA but he's doing everything and anything not to be labeled as the nepo baby [icemav as bradley's parents, hangster]

Bradley can't cut onions [hangster, mavdad]

High school AU with Bradley and Jake in secret relationship because Mav disapproves

High school AU hangster being nominated for 'most likely to get married' despite not being a couple (Part 1, Part 2)

Bradley gets Jake small thoughtful gifts (and continues to buy them after they break up)

Jake and Bradley still find their most attractive features to be the ones they had from the beginning [soft hangster headcanon about physical attraction]

Ace!Rooster is avoiding Hangman's advances

Hangster A/B/O with O! Bradley and A! Jake [mpreg & angst, set during TGM and after]

Jake didn't go to USNA AU and met struggling Bradley at college

Hospital AU with nurse!Bradley and doctor!Jake [hangster enemies to lovers, ER coworkers, surgeons icemav] #hangster hospital AU

Actor!Bradley AU where he's filming an ala TOPGUN movie with Jake as his assigned by the Navy aviator, Mav is Jake's CO [hangster, enemies to lovers, mavdad drama]

Jake's dad adores Bradley - or Bradley keeps collecting dads [icemav raised Bradley, hangster]

Hangman and Rooster as a pilot-WSO pair AU

Before Bradley takes the hit on the mission, he says goodbye ala Steve Rogers

10 Things I Hate About You hangster AU idea

Happiest Season AU, Jake takes Bradley for Christmas home

Jake being jealous of Nat (pre-canon)

#Pacific Rim AU - dossier files, idea

Actor tags:

#Glen Powell, #Miles Teller, #Monica Barbaro, #Lewis Pullman, #Tom Cruise, #Val Kilmer, #Jay Ellis, #Greg Tarzan Davis, #Danny Ramirez, #Top Gun: Maverick cast (containing more than one of the crew)

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Master Chief drabble inspired by @bloodgulchblog and this post. John doesn't introspect often, but when he does, it's a bit like heartburn.

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It's late when John heads back to Blue Team's quarters. Briefings, reports, responsibilities; all the things Team Leader is used to shouldering seem to weigh a little heavier these days. Bad news pours in from all sides and allies seem fewer and far between.

Restlessness is not a luxury he can usually afford, but aboard the Infinity is the closest he's felt to safe in a long time. It also still means he'll patrol if possible. Even among his team, John doesn't want to spend any extra time in small rooms, and there's always work to be done.

He's not alone as he travels silently down gunmetal gray halls, but by this time most of the crew is changing shifts or used to Spartans moving. John's aware of how they look at him; the IIs move differently than the IVs but to the techs on their way to the hangars he's just another 7ft tall, 350 lbs of muscle to stay out of the way of.

Funny how being out of the armor helps him stay invisible.

There's movement down an auxiliary hallway that catches his eye, but he dismisses it when he sees troopers huddled together, handing off contraband and the like. John pauses and notes the cameras, the vents, and the blindspots. Not amateurs then, though it's hard to tell these days. They all look so young.

His eyes catch flashes of packaging before it's shoved into pockets or down shirts and the group disperses. Tobacco gum, self-lighting cigarettes, and other nicotine sources disappear along with nondescript datachips and small flasks. They don't notice him - he would have lost his touch if they had - and the group splits off, nonchalance a little too forced.

He'd make a comment, spook em a bit while he's this nameless Spartan who caught them. Some old, ugly sonuvabitch with weird eyes, too many scars popping out of the shadows wasn't a fun encounter or so he'd been told.

At least he would have if he didn't freeze in place as someone lit up and the too familiar smell of a Sweet William cigar hit his nose for the first time in over five years.

The pungent odor - old boot-sock smoked over a dung-fire - hit him full force even if the marine smoking it was down the hall. It sat in his sinuses, and the scar on his chest hurt as he jerked away.

John had known several people to have smoked those cigars - most of them were dead now. And with his luck he was there when it happened.

There were a lot of memories tied up with that scent. Johnson, of course. He had always seemed to have them on him, always smoking so much John often considered commenting about him giving them away. It was a scent that was tied to the man's presence, be it in a dropship, on the ground, or stopping by to drop off a tank. The first time John himself had tried one of the cigar, he had been 15 years old and ended up coughing so hard from the first draw that he reopened his neck wound.

Johnson had showed him how to be a leader then.

Mendez had smoked them too, and Captain Keyes. Mendez had them in his desk in his office on Reach. Halsey hadn't liked them, and like with most things, she would make her opinions clear. But that had been a lifetime ago. John didn't like to dwell on how he became what he was today. It was necessary, but the reminders of the human elements, the smoke drawing up old memories, made him uncomfortable.

He'd lived his whole life around foul-mouthed, paranoid, contraband using marines and ODSTs. He had been honored to serve with those men and women. Tobacco was passed around as often as MREs no matter the campaign. It was familiar even after all this time.

Even Captain Keyes had his pipe, the lingering scent of tobacco on the bridge of the Autumn. Cigars weren't his main staple, but John had come to associate him among the men who smoked them.

It had been forever and only a few short months since he had been in the presence of a lit Sweet William.

His chest burns, something more than regrown skin over the burn scar. He leaves - as silently as he arrived. The crewman continues to enjoy his contraband, smoke rising into the vent above, going to be scrubbed and recycled back.

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Thanks for reading! There's an updated and finished version of this fic here.

[writeforfandoms]

2k Masterlist

This will be the masterlist for all the drabbles from my 2k celebration!

Find the rules here

Valeria Garza x gn!reader - “You’re ten years too late, love.”

Pero Tovar x f!reader - Pulling their partner onto their lap

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x gn!reader - “Get behind me”

F!reader and Logan - first time treating him like a dad

Dragon!Price x f!reader - more of Glitter and Gold

Kyle "Gaz" Garric x gn!reader - help through a panic attack

Graves x f!reader - "close your eyes for me love"

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader - pressing foreheads together

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader - "When I say run..."

Bear shifter Price x f!reader - "Get behind me"

Multi x gn!reader - dealing with skin issues

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x gn!reader - “Hold my hand okay?” 

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader - "I love me too"

Horangi x König x f!reader - A was cold so B sandwiched them with C

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader - "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - helping after a nightmare

John-117/Master Chief x gn!reader - "I'm not going anywhere."

Dragon!Price x f!reader - Johnny joins the castle

[onceuponalegendbg]

RainCode Drabble (With the Flip of a Coin)

So... this one has an abrupt end. I could not figure out for the life of me how to end this but this had made it’s way into my head so I had to write it down. As ya’ll have probably gathered, this game has become the new fixation for me. Enjoy!

Halara knows the moment it happens.

They’d honestly been expecting it much sooner, but of course this is the one time the Chief decides to be stubborn, decides he’d rather fight that much longer. So Halara helps him, free of charge. They don’t want him to go before the boys return.

Despite their efforts, however; they can pinpoint the exact moment that plan fails. Still, they keep pressing on the man’s chest. They should stop. There’s no point anymore.

But Fubuki and Desuhiko are barely keeping calm now, their feelings radiating off them in waves. Neither are making any attempts to hide it. Fubuki’s guilt is drawn like a map on her face, a map that Halara could easily follow each thought to their proper conclusion. The heiress has always been unbearably honest, but now there’s not even the pretense of ignorance for her to hide behind.

Desuhiko, similarly, holds nothing back. He paces and fidgets with his hands, his leg bouncing when he does finally stand still. Always moving, constantly shooting the two bodies in the corner an impatient glance.

So Halara keeps doing compressions.

“Halara, I would like to be of assistance. Do you require a break?”

Fubuki’s wavering, soft voice breaks through the near silence. Halara doesn’t stop even as they observe the girl’s clenched hands as they shake. They see it. Fubuki feels useless. She wants to help. To do something. Halara can at least respect that. However, the moment Halara cedes control is the moment everyone else learns the truth. They’ll find out eventually, of that there is no doubt, but Halara feels the need to postpone that discovery just a bit longer, until the team is all back together again.

“I hate wasting time. I have it.”

Fubuki’s shoulders droop further. “Oh. Right.” She believes so easily the partial lie that slips off Halara’s tongue, is crushed at being rendered ineffective and unnecessary once again.

“Don’t worry, Princess. If anyone can keep up the pace it’s them.” Desuhiko offers his best attempt at a smile and thumbs up, and if it was any other time Halara would have scoffed at his weak poker face and misguided trust. Now isn’t the time though, so they let it slide.

The steady rhythm of the compressions helps to keep them busy but doesn’t stop them from making note of the corpse’s condition. Skin as pale as paper, the warmth already having faded considerably. If left alone it wouldn’t take long for rigor mortis to set in. There’s really nothing left of the Chief in this husk. Halara can’t quite nail down the emotion this observation evokes.

Then finally, after what feels like an eternity, Halara is allowed to stop.

Yuma and Vivia return, and with them comes the truth. Fubuki shoots straight into denial, already moving to use her Forte before Desuhiko stops her. After all, rewinding time won’t help them, and will just put the Chief back into the pain of a slow death.

Vivia turns to leave, not before Halara catches the look on his face. It’s dark and heavy, even if his tone had reflected none of it.

Then there’s Yuma who doesn’t look surprised at the news, just tired and lost as his friends grieve around him.

All Halara can do is take a breath and try to push them forward for now.

It’s not until they’re all back at the office that the rest of the truth comes out. All of it. How Chief Yakou had murdered Huesca, how he’d used each of them and their abilities to pull it off without their knowledge. How he’d hired a hitman to cover up the fact that he was dying from the toxic gas protecting the doctor.

The stoic Master Detective listens to the chaos unfolding around them, brought forth mainly from Fubuki and Desuhiko while Halara stares at the Chief’s vacant desk. They didn’t trust people. They just didn’t, hadn’t since they were a child. Halara certainly hadn’t truly trusted the Chief. Yet, they’d never suspected he’d been capable of something like this. Maybe that was what stung the most. That Halara, who prided themselves on their skeptical nature along with their deductive and observational skills, hadn’t seen this coming.

Yes. That must be it. Obviously.

“Stupid Chief. Thinking he had to do this alone… That he couldn’t talk to us…” Desuhiko mutters to himself, smaller frame shaking as he glares at the ground.

Fubuki is still in shock, no doubt horrified by the realization that Chief Yakou had died every time they’d turned back time during their break in of Huesca’s office. Her skin is pale, and her body stiff. She hasn’t stopped crying.

Halara wonders if this is the first time any of them have dealt with betrayal to this scale, with the feeling of being used. They’d give the man this, he’d had more spine than they’d originally thought.

Hands gripping at their jacket sleeves, Halara tries to sort through their thoughts while they can. There will be no rest once they contact the WDO and report all this after all.

[ghostlychief]

YESSS master chief would for sure. Brb lemme go write a drabble about this 🏃🏼‍♀️

Uh, hello! Where is man like this!!!!!!

I think Capt. Price or Master Chief would definitely do this!

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