#cadmon lasky

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"You can't escape my cuddles" with Tom and Chyler

I am so sorry for taking so long to finish this prompt, but I am finally finished with it! I hope you enjoy it :D

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Tom bent down and rested his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. He had been through a lot over the course of his life - Covenant invasions, the resurgance of ancient alien conquerors, even a robotic uprising like the science fiction stories of the turn of the millennium.

None of that had even begun to prepare him for this. He was flinching at every shadow, his heart hammering in his chest with every breath he took. He knew he was running out of time; he'd found somewhere to hide, to frantically try to finish his project, but he knew deep down that it wasn't going to be enough.

"I know you're in here... you can't hide from me."

The voice was chasing him... haunting him. It sent a chill down his spine in spite of himself. "I just need a little more time," he muttered under his breath as he tapped frantically on his pad. He had to keep working... he was so close, he just needed a little more -

His train of thought was derailed by the gentle swish of the door to his hiding place sliding open. He squinted as light spilled into the otherwise dark room, and his blood ran cold as a silhouette filled the doorway.

"There you are," the voice hissed, dark satisfaction dripping from every note. "You should have known better than to think you were going to get away from me."

Lasky held his hands up placatingly. "Wait," he pleaded, his breath catching nervously in his throat. "I just - "

Faster than he could track, the silhouette was upon him. The datapad was shoved out of his hands and suddenly he was pressed down against the couch cushions beneath him, and arms were wrapped around his neck almost tight enough to strangle him.

In spite of the rush of adrenaline coursing through him, Tom found himself laughing. "You were supposed to be asleep, Chy," he protested as his wife curled up against his chest.

Chyler lifted her head to scowl at him, though with her puffy sleep-riddled eyes and droopy lips it looks far more like a pout. "No," she argued, prodding him in the chest with her finger, "We were supposed to be asleep." She wrapped her arms back around him and rested her head on his chest.

Tom laughed again. "I needed to finish that report," he explained as he tried to reach again for his datapad. "Then I'll come back to - "

Chyler cut him off once more with a scowl, the expression appearing more serious this time. "No," she said firmly, grabbing his arm and pushing it against his side before pinning it there with her own arms. "You're staying right here, so you'd better get comfortable and put your arms around me."

Tom thought about protesting - about reminding her that he had work to do, and that he wasn't just her pillow - but he knew that it would have been a futile effort. He had never had much success in turning her down... for anything. "Alright," he finally conceded, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You win."

Chyler hummed contentedly. "Good answer," she breathed, nestling in tighter against him. "You should know by now that you can't escape my cuddles."

Tom rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but relish the weight of her body in his arms. "As if I could ever want to," he smirked, then pressed a kiss against the top of her head and settled in to sleep.

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ALSO - as a bonus, here's a sneaky extra in my AU of your AU of your AU, in which Chyler survived Circinius IV and Cadmon was actually put on ice by ONI to hide his knowledge of the Covenant and upon his defrosting he was given and subsequently took the opportunity to become a Spartan-IV... and eventually fell for a certain best friend of one Captain Thomas Lasky. (That was such a massive mess for what this is actually turning out to be but I don't even care it's worth it.)

Prompt comes from this list.

"Infinity to Fireteam Marquis, report in."

Commander Sarah Palmer's voice was tight. Measured. Professional. Everything it was supposed to be. It was important to be on her game - especially considering the fact that she wasn't really supposed to be personally handling training missions. However, as the leader of the Infinity's Spartan contingent she had a habit of affording herself a few creature comforts.

'Marquis Lead to Infinity, go ahead,' came the answer.

It was ridiculous, but just the smug tone of voice was enough to make her stomach flutter. She scowled to mask the way the corners of her lips threatened to turn up in a traitorous smile. "Report mission status, Marquis Lead," she said tersely, trying to at least pretend to keep up the image of impartial leadership. "You're running low on the mission timer."

Even as she spoke, Palmer tried to ignore the fact that she really wasn't supposed to be having this conversation on a direct encoded transmission. She also tried to ignore the thought of how badly she wished she were down there so she could watch his back in person.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore those things, however, her stomach still fluttered again when he answered.

'Don't worry about us, Infinity,' he said, and she could hear the little smirk that he always wore whenever he teased her. 'We'll make sure to come back pretty and punctual for you, Ma'am.'

Sarah shook her head, a quiet smirk on her lips. "Take care of yourself out there, Marquis Lead. Infinity out." With that she tapped the icon to cut their link and, in what had turned out to be something of a mission ritual of hers, she reached out with her index finger and brushed it against the solitary picture that she kept tucked in a drawer on her desk.

It wasn't a great picture - slightly blurry, her hair was blowing across half her face, and she hardly even recognized herself... but it was still her favorite. Specifically because of the man in whose arms she was wrapped... Spartan Cadmon Lasky, younger older brother of her CO and arguably best friend, Captain Thomas Lasky. Their relationship was a secret to everyone except Roland, and for good reason - there were about a million different reasons for them not to get together; the fact that Cadmon had spent the better part of three decades on ice being but one of many.

Still... Cadmon Lasky had a way of making her break the rules. "I love you, you idiot," she whispered to the photo with a fond smile that even he rarely got to see.

That same smile disappeared in an instant when her comm lit back up with a new transmission. 'Sorry Infinity, last got garbled; can you repeat that?' Cadmon asked. She could only imagine that his customary smirk was somehow even more smug than before.

Sarah ran a hand over her tight ponytail, sighing deeply. "No, Marquis, I will not repeat that," she said stiffly even though she couldn't quite stop the corners of her lips from turning up into a small grin. "Go kill some Covvies and ask me in person.

'Strong copy, Infinity. Anything for you.'

Sarah rolled her eyes as she tapped the icon more firmly, making sure that she severed the transmission this time. She rested her head in her hands and groaned softly.

He was never going to let her live this one down.

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Cadmon Lasky!

Today is his -482nd birthday!

Cadmon Lasky was a UNSC ODST and the older brother of Thomas Lasky. Before his enlistment, Cadmon attended the Corbulo Academy of Military Science. He was an exemplary student, breaking Academy records, and was generally well-liked by students and instructors alike. When Tom enrolled in the same school, Cadmon's legacy loomed over him.

Cadmon was involved in UNSC efforts to quell the Insurrection in the outer colonies. While he was deployed, he would regularly exchange video messages with Tom, and the two enjoyed a close relationship, despite the distance.

Cadmon was killed by Insurrectionist forces on Andesia. Because there were no remains, their mother chose not to pull Tom out of school to attend his funeral. Tom struggled deeply with the loss of his brother, and was conflicted by his own Insurrectionist sympathies despite the way he died. The stress and grief nearly led to Tom flunking out, but he was ultimately able to find inspiration in his brother's life and forge a way forward.

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Lost and Found

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I did it @rainintheevening

Cadmon lives. That’s it, that’s the fic. I’m so friggin exhausted right now I can’t think of anything else to say.

This is NOT part of my Tom/Chyler AU.

Why can’t I stop writing about Forward Unto Dawn.

@writeforfandoms @ageless-aislynn @infinityactual @naranghim @sarnakhwritesthings @christian-latte-anon I know I’m forgetting some people but I’m about to fall asleep at my desk Lasky-style.

[rainintheevening]

You asked for it, and you know who: 13 ❤️

This is all your fault. Totally. And me being sick today, I suppose, and not having the brain power to write the Star Wars fic I'm supposed to be working on. So I watched Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn. And... Tom stole my heart. So did his brother. And you know how I feel about brothers...

So here, have a Cadmon Lives AU, y'all. Tons of angst, feels, and brotherly hurt/comfort. Emphasis on the comfort. Also a little more language than usual. This is somewhere around a week after the events of the movie. Tom is 15, Cadmon 20.

From 100 ways to say I love you.

The 'you know who' being Tom and Cadmon.

13. "Sorry I'm late."

Tom had thought that suffering together, meant you bonded; that was how it was supposed to be, right? That was why they trained together in units, that was why no soldiers worked alone. See shit, do shit, get shit done. After that last successful exercise, he'd thought Hastadi was pulling together, but then, under true pressure, they'd splintered, they'd fallen, and now...

Now he found it hard to look either April or Sully in the face. Because then he'd see all the ghosts standing behind them.

Chyler, Vickers, Dimah, JJ... Cadets, officers, staff, thousands of them... General Black who's body he had pulled out of the Warthog, heavy and light at the same time... Chyler...

Three people alive in a sea of ghosts.

So he avoided looking.

They'd been given bunks beside each other; three battle-shocked cadets waiting for the powers that be to decide what to do with them.

Tom didn't know if it was the same for the other two—he just kept his head down as they went to and from the mess at meals, kept his head down as he poured himself into workouts at the gym, and spent the rest of his time holed up in his bunk.

His chest hadn't stopped hurting.

He'd cried twice since they left Circinius-IV behind. Once in the lengthy debriefing, when he had to tell about Chyler, and once on a video call with his mother.

His mom surprised him with new copies of Cadmon's messages. (That was why he had broken down, feeling like he couldn't breathe at the thought of having lost that piece of his brother forever.)

Cadmon's voice, his laughter, and sadness, his stupid jokes and the chess challenge—the digital ghost of his brother was Tom's one solace.

Everything else was blurry.

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POV for the writing meme? ' v '

Giuseppe's POV of this bit:

So far he knew three things about John: He was very large, his eyes were alarmingly blue, and he was very quiet. All things Thomas had mentioned beforehand in some form or fashion. But Giuseppe was also expecting something more in line with other UNSC personnel he'd met through his wife, who usually came in two flavors: outrageously foul-mouthed bawdy people who loved a good, loud party and meticulously well-mannered creatures of habit. 'Starched', he called them.

John was neither. Despite his size he kept to himself thoroughly enough to lack the sense of presence everyone else had, and in a way that made Giuseppe want to try and gently pry him open more than he had when they'd first met. John wasn't aloof...he might look it, but his eyes betrayed him: he was anxious and uncertain, so far out of his element that the only thing he could think to be was completely and utterly benign.

Giuseppe attributed this insight to having married an ODST; while Audrey was 'starched' to a degree after fifty years, he'd seen her through her worst episodes of PTSD, during which he'd noticed similar (but far less pronounced) behaviors whenever her anxieties would get to her. So, Giuseppe did what any dad would do in his mind: gave the big man something to do.

So far, it was working. As he watched John methodically cut the carrot into near-perfect cubes, his movements became a little more organic, a little less robotic, less rehearsed. He still watched Giuseppe demonstrate each task with that carefully-cultivated neutral expression, but getting him to feel comfortable with something was a start.

As he left John to make sure he hadn't missed any bones in the chicken, Giuseppe decided to check in on his family and rounded the corner to see his two sons engrossed in a semi-argument about something involving cheese and plastic wrap.

"Cadmon, get your fucking feet off my table." Giuseppe sighed.

"Oh come on, dad. It's a table. And my feet are clean."

With remarkable speed for his age, Giuseppe pulled his foam-sole sandal off his foot and slapped the Spartan-IV in the back of the head.

"OW!" Cadmon yelped, and jerked forward in surprise.

"Oh, don't 'ow' me. I know for a fact the UNSC made your skull thicker than it already was."

There was a quiet snort from the kitchen, almost inaudible over Cadmon's sheepish apology and Tom's barely-stifled cackles. Before Giuseppe could check on John, Audrey appeared from the bedroom. She paused and looked from her half-shoeless spouse to Cadmon - who looked for all the planet like a kicked puppy - to Thomas, who had a fist pressed to his mouth trying not to laugh.

"The hell did I miss?"

"Just some light percussive parenting." Giuseppe replied as he put his sandal back on.

As Audrey sat back down, Giuseppe returned to the kitchen to check on John.

"All good?" John paused.

"Yes, sir."

His face was still a mask of neutrality, but there was a faint crinkle at the corners of his eyes that hadn't been there before.

[eclecticboogaloo]

Bedraggled Beppe and Cadmon Babby Burrito

Ah the joy of fatherhood.

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College-style Corbulo shirt made for @hellyjumper

Commission info here!

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

After listening to @mrtobenamedlater talk about how much he hates Sarah Palmer, I felt an incredible urge grow within me to write a story.

In this story, Cadmon Lasky survives and was just cryofrozen by ONI in an effort to keep the Covenant secret. Tom and Chyler end up finding him with Sully's help, and when he gets frozen he decides to become an S-IV.

Eventually he meets another Spartan. She doesn't tell him what ship she's stationed on because of reasons. Anyway they fall for each other, but he's too afraid to tell his little brother (who is now old enough to be his dad) for fear of causing some sort of incident. When things finally do come to a head and he decides to introduce them, he sets up a meeting while they are all on shore leave on Earth at the same time.

Tom and Chyler walk up to the restaurant, eager to meet Cadmon's new lady love. When they get there, they see the commander of the Infinity's Spartan contingent, Sarah Palmer, standing outside looking like she's waiting for someone. They exchange their friendly greetings, finding it odd that she's there, until a cheerful voice calls out from behind them, "Tom, Chyler, Sarah! What, did you guys all catch a cab here together?" He walks up and confidently kisses Sarah on the cheek.

Tom and Sarah both go completely white. "Wait, you're..." Tom stutters. At the same moment Sarah is saying, "You mean he's your..."

Cadmon is confused. Chyler nearly falls over laughing. Tom and Sarah spend an evening not knowing whetehr they should laugh or cry. Everyone has a great time.