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[aweridday]

Sometimes it sucks being insane, bc why am I writing a sentinel and J-3DI smut fic?? I have been starved by the lack of reasonable content that I’ve been seeing things, but watch out bc it’s happening and like everything else that I do, it will be ridiculous and nobody will read it.

[aweridday]

When the arena is temporarily closed due to needing repairs, what are two armored hunters supposed to do with their surprise vacation time? Go to the Beach obviously!! (Well probably anywhere besides the beach, they’re coworkers, barely acquaintances. why would you want to go anywhere with this guy??)

I yawn as I leave my apartment, seems I have a day all to myself. What to do, what to do… could get brunch? but I’ve already had breakfast. maybe a walk? Yeah, that could be fun, I hummed an old song I used to listen to and waved when needed for when fans recognized me, But it was pretty uneventful.

Ah there’s my place of work, Balada wanted the Arena to be the main attraction, so you’ll always come back to it no matter where you go. hm maybe I’ll see how much longer until the Arena is repaired, yeah that’s what I’ll do. And maybe I’ll call to see if someone would like to hang out after I check in.

As I walked down near the entrance of the arena, simply wandering wasn’t fun after a while, there I see… Sentinel, leaning on the wall, who thankfully, seemed distracted. oh please don’t see me. And started to reverse my trajectory, but when he looked up from his communicator and sat up, I froze, He waved and started walking towards me, oh God, please no.

As I thought about using my jet pack, He closed the distance and reached around my shoulder, and put his arm around my neck “Hey! Any clue why the Arena is closed?? I was just trying to get in but it just says closed” I tensed up and looked at him in confusion “It’s down for repairs” his arm stiffened “Uh okay… any clue why someone didn’t tell me??” I stared at him in disbelief “It was said in the Arena group chat…”

We stood there in silence for 8 seconds before He murmured “I didn’t know there was a group chat…” I froze and sighed and grabbed his waist to pull us off the main road and into an alley, and then made him let go of me, just so I could put my hands on his shoulders. And took a deep breath “Listen, I think the reason nobody told you about the group chat was because they had asked me to say something to you, I don’t know why, but I forgot about it so I apologize”

We stood there quietly staring at each other before He started laughing, “Oh well! -Hehe pfff- And here I thought it was on purpose” his laughter died down slow enough to make me regret getting out of bed, and took my hands off his shoulders. And stepped away from him only for him to come inside my bubble “So are you doing anything today??”

I could only utter “uh” before he threw his arm around me once more and started making me walk somewhere as he started going on about how our day was going to get wayyyy cooler and could only think as he made me wait as he went in to get something from his residence, oh good grief I knew I should’ve stayed in bed today.

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As we walked down to the beach, the semi-permanent twilight sky looked down on us, I couldn’t help but regret that I wasn’t strong enough to refuse the offer of hanging out here, sand and armor don’t mix and like hell am I taking anything off! I turned to look at my Colleague, He had made me carry far too much stuff for just the two of us. He went to get Changed into a more relaxed outfit and looked comfortable, fit for the occasion Honestly. I, however, didn’t wear anything besides my armor.

He finally stopped talking about gun care when we near the restroom, and proceeded to drop everything he was holding in my arms, he only had one small bag with him. He yelled over his shoulder “Hey! Set everything up, I gotta go charge” I huffed and stepped on the stairs leading to my sandy Doom, due to the recently of the beach there wasn’t a lot of foot traffic, so I could start this… party

As soon as I had everything set up, That’s when this guy showed up, of course. I looked back at him to complain when I was shocked into silence, oh my god, is he? No way. He could probably sense the bewilderedness radiating from me because he started to laugh, And hell I had to laugh too.

Though a gasp I question “What-pfff hehehehahahah- what are you-you wearing??” I had to hold myself because I was laughing so hard, he had already calmed down and had his hands on his hips and Snickers. “This, my dear Mandalorian, is empire-sponsored swimwear. I haven’t bought a swimsuit since”

The blue Speedo showed everything, Everything. And He tried not to look down too much but Wow, He made it work. I chuckled as he struck a pose, and it seemed to make him feel justified apparently, as he came closer and said “Huh you know… I think that’s the first I ever heard you laugh that hard” I froze and turned away to look at the water, and could only mutter out “Uh yeah… not every day you see that” and felt warm in the cheeks, I pat the other sunlounger and lean back, he snorts and sat down.

He lifted his hand to where his chin would be and tapped it, he looked down, then up at me, then repeated that a few more times before he snapped his fingers. He jumped up and pointed at me, I pointed at myself and tilted my head. He nodded, and I shrugged, He sighed, but it didn’t seem like he was upset, more so amused.

“Dude, you gotta at least show a lil bit of skin, We’re at the Beach! You don’t see me hiding my amazingness” I felt my jaw drop, the Jackass had a smirk under that helmet, I just know it. And yeah, You can see the amazingness as he calls it, the only thing that wasn’t left to the imagination was his face! The Rest of him was revealing, seeing his naked form beside an-an speedo!! It was still as jarring as when he first came out of the restroom.

I huffed as he started to chant “Take, it, off! take, it, off! take, it, off! take, it, off! take, it-“ I slapped my hand over where his mouth would be, and said with exaggeration “Fine! fine, I’ll take something off. Just shut up!” I took my hand off his helmet and started to take off my gloves. And with flare, started showing off my unguarded hands.

He stared at my bare hands and tilted his head, my annoyance started creeping into embarrassment. As I wondered what he could be thinking, and was about to excuse myself and say the sand was getting into my armor so I could leave. when he grabbed one of my hands and felt it up, ohhh no what was he doing now?? He turned it this way and that way, and he muttered “Why are your hands so soft?” I shrugged “I moisturize”

He started to crack up about that, before letting go of my hand, and reaching into the cooler he bought, pulling out two piña coladas and giving me one. I stare at it, then at him when he puts a straw in, only to shake my head in humor when I realize.

And we remain quiet for about… 30 seconds, sipping our drinks, before he started up again “So, I have to ask, what’s with the armor? It’s pretty cool, but the helmet? I know my reasons, what’s yours?” I looked down at myself and felt some excitement as I launched into explaining the history of my clan, I couldn’t stop smiling

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He was quiet and very animated with his reactions, it was… nice. “Huh, well hot damn. That’s both really sad but also super cool, are you sure you’re the only one left?” He was closer than before as we were both leaning toward each other, his arms were on his knees, and I was messing with my arm guards. “Yes, sadly, But maybe I will be able to rebuild.”

My boots were off, and my pants sleeves rolled up. He was sitting down, then staged a cough, and then he changed the topic, I was thankful for it. sipping on my second cup of the day. It was nice, not caring for a moment, simply sitting while Sentinel went on about all types of things. I was leaning on my hand, nodding at times, He was extremely entertaining.

When he finally stopped talking, it was filled with a comfortable silence, only the waves crashing into the seabed, and the wind rolling the sand around, were heard.

He sat his drink down stood up, and started walking towards the sea. I watched as he jumped in the water, and watched some more as he started to get overrun by waves. I laughed as I too sat my drink down and walked to the water, letting the smaller waves hit my feet. Sentinel washed up near me, he was face down and unmoving. I snorted, He rolled over and crossed his hands over his stomach.

I offered a hand, and he took it. As we walked back to our stuff, I said “So, you got anything going on later?” He snickered “Aw, planning a date? Already?? How sweet.” I Stumble, and am flabbergasted! And-and why would I?? Well… huh- he laughed, and punched my arm, I didn’t feel it through the armor.

He let out a sigh and gave a look around the beach, I gave a look as well, people were arriving and filling up spots, and I knew it was time to go. I handed the rest of my drink to him and started putting my gear back on, he was gathering the stuff. I thought about what he said, even if it was only a joke, it was… an appealing thought, Hm I’ll have to come back to that.

Thankfully he only made me carry the cooler and one of the chairs. We made our way to the restroom, and he, once again, threw everything into my arms and went in to charge. I was alone with my thoughts for ten minutes, minutes I used to think about what to do about… him. It was only a joke, nothing more, but man was the possibilities endless.

He came out and took his belongings back, I waved, He wiggled his fingers, and we said our goodbyes and I went on walking, he went home. It was pleasant overall, and I thought about how I got a glimpse of dark stubble when he was chugging the rest of my piña colada, Yes… much to think about.

Notes

someone take this game from me, I already have too many games. but ngl this is an awesome game and I've been playing non-stop.

also I like to think they are friends that make fun of each other, and He makes him pay for all of their drinks when they go out, and so! They spend A lovely day at the beach because no one else was available, and…. they don’t really have friends outside of their coworkers.

Also, this isn’t that OOC, you just have to read Star Wars Hunters: battle for the Arena, and you’ll be surprised by how much it reads as an actor au >w<

Yes I know Sentinel doesn’t wear the helmet in leisure time but man do I love helmets :3 so wear it he will! Also Disney might remake it so you’re wearing shorts, but speedo storm troopers will always be my love

Ngl the thought of these two growing into a relationship makes me happy so have this where they instead grow into a friendship :) wanted to have something sweet and silly for people to read, so I made this. So hope you dudes like this!!

[aweridday]

Hope y’all enjoy weird crossovers and rare pairs >w< Yeah idk why I thought of this but it’s here now.

Warning tho!! There is going to be a wanting to sleep with the fishes exaggeration, along side descriptions of violence. ghostie is a gross and weird lil bastard, with a very fragile ego.

[] When ODST Ghostface and Spartan Trapper actually talk to each other after spending five years on the same ship, they think “man this guy is weird as hell, I want to look at him though a microscope” then you know it’s going to be a great romance :3 []

Jed Olsen (it was actually Danny Johnson) was his name and he was very, very bored. And when he was bored, he does whatever it takes to relieve that boredom. He couldn’t do his regular… “people watching” he needed to lay off it for a while, apparently the rest of his teammates were becoming weary of him, (and with weary eyes that are supposed to make sure you lived long enough that you can drop into hell the next day, well, to say it was important, is a understatement) and he couldn’t have that now.

So stalking the deck of the “death is not an escape” (odd name he knows but it fits.) I was now searching for my new target, maybe pilot Thomas? She was a fast one, always quick to react. Or maybe the intimidating crewman johnsen who was friendly if you look past the natural scowl. Definitely not strode, the girl had a shadow worse than him. Or maybe- that’s when he walked in, “The Trapper” or spartan-116, or if you’re close to him (Danny wasn’t close to anyone, he just liked to know things) Evan.

The Spartan Would be scary without all the extra bits on his armor, an unnecessary sharp tooth grin, scratch glass that Almost resemble beady eyes, and jagged hooks stabbed in his shoulders. He looked the part when the covenant called Spartans “demons” and… he was interesting, in a way I didn’t expect.

He was walking to the man I would never call a captain, Ever, Dwight Fairfield. A nervous man, don’t know how he got the job, Maybe this ship and her crew was just that hopeless. He seemed to squirm under the Spartan’s gaze, holding his hands tightly together (probably to make sure he doesn’t bite his nails like he always does when something “Exciting” happens) I wanted to get closer so I could listen in But they appear to have ended their short chat. aw, right before I could eavesdrop? How rude.

I took my spot on the wall, and was content to wait until my victim could make themselves known.

As I was doing just that, I couldn’t help watching the spartan as he scanned the deck, what for? Did he leave something up here? The guy didn’t like leaving the “Basement” from what I heard (the Basement is what the engineers call this place somewhat under the engine room, it didn’t have a lot of purpose from what I’ve seen, but does give folks the heebie-jeebies) I had to look away, he was… distracting, hmm maybe-

And I seem to have caught his eye because he was walking over, I got off the well and straightened up so I could look him in the eye. Huh, how terrible, he was tall, a lil too tall. Have to turn my head All the way up, and still, I seem to fall short. And then he was asking me something, and how stupid of a question. “Why does your mask look like that?”

I had to laugh, seriously? When he looks like that?? But I don’t laugh, I instead tilt my head. Then straightened it as I replied “Same reason you dolled up your own mask, for intimidating reasons” he hummed at that, and we stood there, staring at each other.

Before he could say anything else we got an alert, probably another ship needing help, so many come and go… it’s a wonder how any one of them survives. Is their ship failing? Was there a mutiny happening?? maybe the covenant is attacking??? God I hope so, it’s been so boring!

You would think Fairfield just had someone kill themselves in front of him with how he’s looking, sweaty, pale, like A dumpster fire… he just looks terrible but that isn’t unusual. He pulls on his collar, brings his hand to his mouth before realizing, and calls up the resident AI.

the “Entity” is an freaky spider amalgamation, don’t know who came up with the design, but it fits with the rest of the freaks here.

And now He awaits the returning ping. As we wait I start to think, wonder what they’ll have for dinner tonight? Hopefully it isn’t meatloaf. Oh? yay they answered. Now what to do? listen in to the conversation? No, I tend to scare the normal folks (good) or maybe I should leave? The crew gets panicky when there’s a problem such as this… I start the way to get out of here, And look who follows, good old Trapper.

I want the door to shut before he could get in, hell, is there a button anywhere?? but the universe is not that fond of me, so now here we were… standing there, side by side… annddd he was staring. God I wish I could poke out his eyes… maybe see if Spartan’s bleed red like the rest of us.

Hmm, gotta save those thoughts for tonight. So I turned to him, and ask “so… watch the game last night?” Probably not, didn’t seem like the type. He looked in thought then tilted his head “what game?” At that I just had to chuckle “I’m not actually talking about a game you know, just trying to start a conversation” I shrugged teasingly, he let out a quiet oh and finally look away, I smirked, huh well what do you know… The spartan was actually embarrassed, that’s… kinda cute.

I felt excited, seems like I have a newfound obsession. Right when I was going to follow up with embarrassing the odd Trapper, the elevators doors opened, seems I’m on my floor. I felt my eye twitch, time to bring on the Olsen. I raise my hand to tap him on the shoulder, the dings sounding off is funny, but not as funny as he quickly turns his head towards me. Seems like not a lot of people touch him, hmm interesting.

I tip my head back in a soft laugh, he’s watching my every move, Good. “Hey if you like, you can have breakfast with me later. They have pancake stuff in the kitchen, if we get there early, we can get a couple” he froze up, and then nodded. God I was smiling, this is going to be amazing, he was like a bug I just put in a jar, confused and wondering why he can’t climb out using the glass wells. I nodded back, and waved as I step in the ODST barracks, god, watching him tilt his head as he lifts his hand is just hilarious, and I actually chuckled as the doors closed before he could even wave.

I nod at those already at their bunks, and walk to my owe, I reach under it and pull out a box, it was full of lil souvenirs from travels that weren’t battlefields. I grab a small Chip, and slid it into my helmet slot, time to empty my suit’s memory, maybe taking a dozen pictures every time Traps looked at me when he thought I didn’t notice wasn’t a great idea, Oh well.

As soon as I was done, we were told to get ready for a fight, I smiled and got my knife.

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Ah god, holy fucking shit, I leaned forward and groan. That… All that for a popstar?! I breathe in and stood back up, brushed off imaginary dust, and being reminded that the blood wasn’t imaginary, and breathed out. I go to put my gear in the proper place to get them cleaned, ripping off my helmet with a growl and doing the same to the rest of my armor, then I went to the showers, As I walked in, it was, thankfully, empty. I pulled the rest of my under clothes off and got into a stall, thank god for hot water.

I sigh as I walk out, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, I was ready to kiss the sandman. I passed Amanda and gave her a smile, she rolled her eyes but nodded back. The barracks was filled with my fallows, There was some already sleeping, others playing a card game with a crew member. I let out a small grunt as I sit on my bed, leaning backwards until I could stretch out fully, sighing as I started to close my eyes, thinking of the odd Spartan and all of his quirks. I Wandered into sleep thinking of beady eyes and shark like grin and the way he would sound choking on his own blood…

End

Hope y’all like this cuz I had fun ^w^ and this is just part one!! So watch out 😏