SYNOPSIS: You were the only one who Emile would listen to in times like these. You didn't know he valued you as much as you did him.
WARNINGS: Angst in the beginning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury/fighting, eventual fluff, growing feelings, Emile is heavily sarcastic and comes off as blunt, no set timeline - just a drabble, etc.
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You rush into the room, the door sliding quickly to the side beside you as a rush of chilled air slaps your face. The facilities on Reach were always cold—freezing, actually. Like a damn meat locker. The Medical branch more so than anywhere else, but this time you could deal with it.
At the very least, it could steady out your heated annoyance.
“Emile!” You call, locking instantly onto the heavily armored man standing in his Mark V[B] at the center of the small room, hands clenched so hard you hear his gloves squeal as his knuckles crack inside of them. But the Spartan had already turned his helmeted face to you long before you opened that door, hearing your footsteps down the hall, the pattern of which he’d memorized months ago. That carved skeleton jeers in the overhead light, every little cut a funeral service for Covenant troops scored like paint across a canvas.
To you, it was a far too familiar sight, and you liked it far more when it was out of your Ward.
“Jesus,” you comment, slapping the pad on the wall to make the door shut behind you as you walk through with a serious face, waving your hands in anger. “What the hell happened out there?! I have half of the staff running around trying to gather enough supplies to stabilize a damn skull fracture, Emile!”
There’s blood on the ground of the examination room—your examination room. But it wasn’t Emile’s. It drips from his fingers and his MJOLNIR like a red river of dark deeds. The Spartan doesn’t even seem to mind it, and, you know, he doesn’t. If you had to guess, you would say he enjoyed it.
“Nothing,” that monotone voice slowly drips out, the SPARTAN-III nonchalantly shaking out his left wrist and fixing his stance, even though that casual rigidity remains. Animalistic calm. “Just cleaned up a few loose ends, Doc.”
“There are three ODSTs that went in for combat training today and are spending the night in here because of you,” you hiss, stalking up to the gigantic man and pointing a finger into his chest plate. He has to physically look down at you at this angle, and you think you’ll never get used to his unnatural height—both in and out of the MJOLNIR. “Carter warned you about another fight with non-Spartans, Emile—this can’t keep happening! I can’t keep trying to cover for you when you lose your temper!”
For once you’re shocked that the man in front of you lets you spew your words; it wasn’t often the hothead had nothing to say for himself, certainly about his own actions when his gung-ho attitude came out.
Your glare softens, tirade stalled for but a moment as the minutes lengthen after your scolding.
A silence falls, your own eyes blinking down at you from the reflection of the scarred visor, those etched marks that make up the image of death unwavering. Not a sliver of the Spartan’s visage is to be seen—it rarely is. Emile breathed slightly heavily, and his arms shook with leftover anger from not half-an-hour earlier when he’d sent his fist into those ODSTs. You can hear the scrape of his esophagus as clear as day, and if you strain your ears harder, you can image his fire-like pulse as well.
Where a deep disappointment had bred, now only concern takes its place.
You blink, raising a hand from your side hesitantly; pausing.
“Emile?” At the small touch on his elbow, the Spartan tenses, but you easily speak in a soft tone, dipping your voice. You can’t recall seeing Emile so…statue-still. “Hey,” you utter, brows creasing as the Spartan’s visor refuses to move an inch from staring you down. As if trying to calm himself by only your presence alone. “Hey, Big Guy. Okay, let’s…let’s take a breath, alright?”
You steady your own, but you know the rapid beat of your heart gives you away.
Emile grunts, turning his head from you to glare at the side wall; you know his jaw is clenched tight under his helmet. But he does as you ask, and you feel his chest bump your form as he inhales deeply.
It was a good thing you found him—of all the staff here, you seemed to be the only one he actually listened to. Even now, it brings a small feeling of pride with it, and you know it shouldn't.
It’s a quiet moment that once more settles, and you feel his tension seep out while you still hold onto his elbow, occasionally caressing your thumb up and down. You know the man best; you’re prideful because you’re the only medic on Reach equipped to handle his snark and aggression—the best at it. And the simple fact is that Emile only comes to you anyway.
“Good,” you nod softly. Taking a step back, you slowly tilt your head and frown at him.
He scoffs before he speaks, but it lacks any venom.
“Came on there pretty hard, Doc.” A nickname for you, only he’s allowed to use it. Emile grumbles and crosses his arms, feet spacing out. But his tone is…off. “Thought I’d be on my ass in a little bit.”
“What happened?” You don’t beat around the bush, your eyes deathly serious. “You’re not acting right at all. You haven’t even bragged about how easy they were to bring down.”
“So I need to brag now, is that it?”
Glaring, you set your jaw and level out with him. “Show me your hands, A-239.”
“Woah,” Emile drags out the word, chuckling as you grapple for his hand, moving his head to the side as if studying an ant and saying sarcastically. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Peeling back the armor plating and the thick undersuit, you’re left with slightly inflamed knuckles. With the enhancements of the Spartan's physical forms, even so for the IIIs, these would heal fairly quickly—hours at most. But the sight still rang off alarm bells.
How hard had he been punching those ODSTs to leave a mark on himself? Through armor and muscle?
“Emile,” you urge, firm attention staying on the swelling.
You can feel his eyes on you—digging and heavy. But on this, you would not relent. In your time together, you’d grown fond of him and his horrible attitude. He was off putting, sure, and rough: a bit bad for civilian relations, of course; yet you’d had the privilege to know him as others usually didn’t.
Emile was bluntly honest, and with you…he listened. That was a trust far earned and it had taken months to even get a break in him.
The giant released a low sigh and with a hand motion that equaled ‘fine,’ he shook his head and pushed out through a board tone. “...They were talking ‘bout you. Didn’t like their tones.” A finger touches the back of your skull, brushing across it briefly and disappearing as if never there. You fight back a gasp. “‘Specially when they thought it was smart to say it when I was right there.”
You pause at that, still holding his warm hand as his fingers twitch in your grasp—tiny things compared to the calluses and bulk of muscle. It’s like your heart stops, a foreign heat making the room's chill completely halt.
You stare at his knuckles and feel your eyes blink quickly. Inside of your chest, your heart completely skips beats.
“Took ‘em to the ring,” he says like he’s reading a report. “Threw ‘em down. They lost and I won, and I made them think twice when they’re talking about my favorite Medic like that.” His helmet shifts your way. “You think I’d let them get away with that, Doc?”
“I…” you stutter, for once in your life, lost for words. Emile chuckles to himself, tilting his head mockingly.
“Now isn’t that nice.”
Your face burns even more as the man’s hand shifts out of your hold, tapping your chin up with a finger. His helmet leans into you.
“Thought I’d stop by and have my girl check up on me before someone else managed to get in my way. You didn’t disappoint. Never do.” You’re speechless, heart rapidly pounding and throat bobbing with a swallow. You know he sees it because he chuckles again and his head moves up and down in a sweep of your body.
Emile hums, squeezing your flesh with his thumb and forefinger before letting his hand drop and pulling on his glove.
“You hear anything going ‘round about you, you just let me know, yeah?” There’s a serious edge to that sentence. “Let me take care of it.”
All you do is nod dumbly a blank moment later and feel your face go malleable. You don’t even know how to respond to that—you shouldn’t be encouraging physical fights just because you thought it was an…archaically sweet, if not inherently violent, sentiment.
But was Emile anything but? You knew what you were getting into.
“Good.” Emile moves his head back and stares for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling in a silent sigh of breath, before, soldier-like once more, he walks forward and exits the room with a whoosh of recycled air.
“Be seeing you, Doc.”
You hear the door slap shut and still gape at where he once stood in front of you, fire under your skin and a deep pull in your heart as you stutter under your breath. Clearing your throat minutes later, you blink, flatten out your clothes, and quickly exit into the hallway—hearing every connection of your feet to the floor.
There was something so very wrong about this that made you want to see how it might end. Even if it resulted in your blood-thirsty Spartan standing in your examination room once more, knuckles swollen and his body looming above yours like a silent, skeletal sentinel; some brutish dog ready to tear flesh at a moment's notice.
If only to feel his bare skin again, and the weight of his words on your chest.
"Shit," you breathe, grasping at the bridge of your nose as nurses rush past you. All of your thoughts are about Emile, and you have to internally wonder when that had started happening. "...This isn't good."
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.
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.
5'5,I’m a fat woman, (who sometimes is insecure about it) stubborn,extremely sarcastic,I have a temper,but I'm also kind, gentle, understanding and I love cuddles. I'm a very curious, outspoken and opinionated person. I love to laugh and make others laugh,I love to read and play video games. I'm am also an artist and I love to paint and draw.
super sorry for getting to your match up so late!!! these match up asks really get me thinking, since i want to make sure i ship you guys with the perfect spartan for you! also motivation was everywhere, sorry lol
But I ship you with...
Emile-A239!
I completely imagine what drew Emile to you was your stubborness and sarcastic attitude, he can get behind that.
Emile loves the fire you got; the sarcasm and stubborness draws him in like a moth to a lamp, so irresistible, yet theres a spark of danger. Definitely have to watch out, he's prone to tease, all in good fun of course.
Another thing he absolutely adores is your outspokeness and curiosity. Now, we all know Emile is the type to have a tendency to go off the walls, and when he has an issue with command he has no qualms speaking his damn mind. It's finally nice to have someone share a trait with him, and be curious enough to figure out if something wasn't right.
What does throw him for a loop though is your kindness. It really goes to show to him that you should never judge a book by it's cover, in a good way, I mean.
Honestly? It's nice to have a feisty, kind-hearted person around. I'm not sure how to describe it, but something about your traits combining to make a brilliant woman fascinates him.
If anyone makes rude remarks about your appearance, they'll get a visit from a very unhappy and trigger-happy spartan. If it was a very rude remark... well, Emile was almost thrown off the team for a reason.
One thing I do want to point out though is you'll have to ease Emile into cuddling. I like to imagine he has semi-sensitive skin, especially where their are scars, so you'll have to coax Emile into letting you touch him. After the first session, he'll still be uneasy with it, but it can get quite cozy, that he won't lie.
Reading? He ain't that much of a fan, but he can totally get behind video games, which is quite rare amongst spartans in general. Give him a good shooter like CoD and he'll be hoarding the gaming consoles or PCs. Will definitely have a bunch of snacks literred everywhere though, so be aware.
What really makes his eyebrows go up is your talents as an artist. Now Emile isn't some Leonardo or Picasso, but he's decent with his art talents. He honestly wouldn't mind if you taught him a few things and hey, maybe you can add a few little details to his armor for him.
Now I know I said Emile doesn't really like physical touch (like his skin), BUT he doesn't mind it when he has his armor equiped... cue the pokes and hugs. I don't know why but he just loves holding you? Like he just loves you for being... well, you.
Also hes an asshole and he'll use you as something to lean on like a coffee stand. That's typical Emile behavior.
Following the point about art, he'd probably want to know if you can decorate his room with your art. Any type of medium, painting, sketches, markers, whatever you have available. But there's one thing he asks... they have to contain skulls. And maybe an occasional doodle of you and him holding hands, something sappy he can look forward to in the mornings.
Don't get me wrong, he loves sappy drawings and all that, but he HATES saying sappy stuff. Like he avoids saying those sort of things like it's going to kill him in an agonizing way.
Honestly? If you can help him with his severe (and I mean SEVERE) temperment issues, that'd be a big help with him. You'd unintentionally become his daily therapist.
Another artist point, sorry, but he'd definitely ask you to paint the warthog or pelican and I'll take this headcannon to the GRAVE.
... Also he wants you to paint Jorge's armor pink when he's not looking.
Summary: Follow this halo AU and learn the story of my main oc, Eli Hansen through their journey
I wrote this first chapter a while ago (so its not the best lol), and i have the first 3 chapters done so i will be posting all of those [this included in the 3]
TW: mentions of rape, abuse, and death
[quick author’s note, this isn’t completely accurate w/ the timelines and lore, but i have tried to keep it somewhat the same. this can also be read as an x reader fic as most of it is written from first person and uses ‘i’ most of the time, also in no way am i trying to romanticize any of the TW mentioned, i myself have went through things similar and in no way am i trying to water it down. ]
Eli’s P.O.V
I sat there smiling as they sat my cake down, it was my 3rd birthday. I look at my mom and dad, my sisters, my brother. They all started singing happy birthday. I started to blow out my candles…
I shot up panting as the dream ended, and I heard yelling down the hallway. That memory was from 7 years prior, I was now 10 and so was my sister Jax. Triko and Taliah disappeared. It’s just me, Jax, and Corey now, he’s 8, mom left and dad became abusive... I got up to see where the screams were coming from. I saw dad beating Corey, I ran over and pulled him out of the way of a bottle, and I got hit with it, three cuts ran across my eye. I screamed in pain and dad let out a huff and growl before digging a finger in my middle cut and I screamed louder
He looked at me and said
“You stupid bitch. You ever do that again and I'll kill you.``
The calm tone was what scared me the most. His threat didn’t phase me as much as his tone did. He only sounded calm when someone was around or when he was irate. I nodded and he sighed and told me
“Go clean yourself up… Jacob is coming over”
I sighed and got up and went to clean myself up, I hated Jacob… he was the worst. He hurt me the most but I knew I would have to deal with it. I took Corey with me and I cleaned him up. He looked at me
“Sissy?” he asked
“Hm?” I reply
“Why does daddy hate us?” he asked me
I sighed
“I don’t know the answer to that question”
I cleaned him up and I let him go. I cleaned myself up and got ready. I heard a knock on the door and heard Jax come in
“Who’s at the door?” she usually was gone when Jacob was over
“A VERY bad man,” I said as I finished
“I suggest you hide unless dad calls you”
She nodded and walked out, I walked over to dad and the man, he took me by the wrist and he gave my dad the usual bag of drugs and took me out of the house.
Time skip to a year later (Eli’s 11 now)
I woke up back at the house and heard 2 loud gunshots, the first sounded normal but the second didn’t. I grabbed Jax and went to find Corey. We found him in the living room with dad. They were both dead, Corey with a bullet through his head and dad with a melted hole in his chest, Jax a giant alien standing over his body. Jax gasped and it looked at us and slowly came toward us. I stood in front of her and felt a weird feeling throughout my body then I had horns and wings and I grew taller I was confused but I stood my ground, the alien spoke in a weird language that I seemed to understand,
“My god, child what are you?”
I looked at him confused. Three things ran through my mind:
How do I understand this creature?
What is going on with me?
And
How do I get out of here with Jax?
I growled at him and my wings raised and my eyes became black and they began to bleed, I felt Jax grip my leg, scared. I put my hand on her arm
“You’ll let us go or god so help me I will kill you or die trying,” I said as he moved to let us through. I took Jax and I picked her up and began running. There were so many of those things everywhere, I avoided them and I ran into a building’s basement and sat her down and I slowly went back to normal gripping my head in pain. I looked at her and she looked at me
“Sis what was that?” she asked me
“I have no clue, but we’ll figure that out later, we have to get some supplies and get far away from h-” before I could finish my sentence the door shot open and someone in a suit of armor stood in the doorway with a gun, and they took off their helmet
“Eli? Jax?” this person knew our names
“Who are you,” I said hissing in pain from a cut down my leg
She looked at me
“I’ll explain that later but you two need to come with me”
I felt safe around her and I nodded, grabbing Jax's hand and following the armored figure.
Time skip
We had been walking in the woods for hours and I couldn’t go anymore and I collapsed and I heard Jax yell my name, I looked at her and I tried to push myself up but I couldn’t so I just rolled on my back
“Just give me a sec Jax, I’ll be fine” I hadn’t been able to grab shoes so my feet were bleeding. I slowly sat up and the armored figure walked back to us and picked me up and grabbed Jax and kept walking, she looked at me and said,
“Just another minute and we’ll be there,” she said as I slowly started hearing the sound of an engine. We kept walking till we were met with more armored figures and a military-looking plane. I slowly began fading out of consciousness.
Time skip
I slowly began waking up and all I saw was a bright light and I raised my arm over my eyes and I sat up and I felt someone push me back down
“You’re too weak, you need to rest” I opened my eyes and I saw the woman from before. I was able to see her better, her red and white hair, her red and black eyes, and her… horns??
“Who are you?” I asked the woman she looked at me
“Saryah… Saryah Hansen, your sister.”
I deadpanned out of shock. Sister? I had a sister I didn’t know about? Is she lying?
She chuckled and handed me some water
“The doctors cleaned you up and stitched your wounds. I have to ask… how long had dad been like that and how long had mom been gone? ‘Cause I thought he changed…” it sounded like he had been abusive before and must’ve stopped, but I looked at her and signed
“Most of my life… the last time he wasn’t abusive was when I was three. About a week after my birthday my mom left and that was that… he became abusive and a drunk.”
I laid down and listened to her talk for hours. I slowly began to drift out of consciousness as everything began to go black as an intense pain surged through my body.
3rd person POV
As they lay there in pain slowly drifting out of consciousness Sarayh ran to their aide and began screaming for a doctor. Eli began screaming out in pain and a black substance began escaping from her eyes and shadows slowly engulfed her body and her screams got louder. As the doctors began trying to hold her down and get a sedative in her a pair of metallic horns were revealed floating above her head and a pair of metallic wings on either side of her body floating on either side of the bed and as the shadows subsided the screaming stopped and Jax burst in to try and see what was going on and when she saw her sibling she was confused
“Eli?” she asked as the doctors began rushing her out as Eli began becoming restless
Time skip
Eli woke up 48 hours later dazed and confused she went to rub her head and she brushed the horn and her eyes burst open and she got up and ran to a mirror and looked herself over
“What?” she ran her hand over her horn confused as a knock was placed on the door as it opened
“Eli? Where are you?” a strange voice asked.
They walked out and looked at the man. He was dressed in a lab coat and he gave them a small smile
“So we ran your blood and found out why you grew… horns,” he said to them
“And?” they asked
“It appears that while you are mostly human your blood shows traces of Forerunner, Sangheili, and what seems to be a demon, like your sister’s”
They looked at him confused “okay? What about Jax? Is she okay? Is she like me?” the man nodded in response and they sighed
“Is she going to look like me?”
He just shrugged “I don’t know”
They nodded and he said “listen we want to run your physical and see if you’re eligible for the spartan program, Jax is in the process of her’s right now, But that’s only if you want to join” they nodded and replied
Synopsis: You knew Emile-A239 back in Alpha Company. You didn't think you'd cross paths again after being separated for different missions. Turns out, it's a pleasant yet upsetting surprise to find out just who the new Noble-6 is.
Content Warning: Angst, Fear of love, Fear of death, Death mention.
He had a feeling that name sounded familiar. He was hoping by some odd coincidence it was just someone that also had your name. But no, the new Noble-6 was exactly who he thought it was.
"She can't be here..." Emile mutters to his leader, Carter.
"Why not? She's capable and willing to listen to orders." Carter explained to Emile. "I thought you'd know, she went to the same training camp as us. Is there something you aren't telling me? You two always got along."
"It's nothing-"
The fact you two always got along is what scared him. He didn't want you here because he hated you, he just didn't want you here because he cared for you. If anything happened to you it could jepordize the mission.
"Nice to see you all again." You chime, entering the large tent they set up for a base. "Jun, Carter, Hey Emile."
Emile gives you a dismissive wave, too lost in thought. He couldn't tell if he was happy or concerned that you were a part of Noble Team. Only time would tell if he could overcome his worries....
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Emile was still a good comrade to you in battle, just like he was when you were both in training. It was a shame when you had to be moved to a new team. You missed your close friend and never expected to see him again.
Then you were alerted to the passing of another Spartan you trained with, Thom. Noble Team was looking for recruits and you fit what they needed. You expected a decent reunion to meeting them again, if any.
Instead you got Emile, the Spartan you were looking forward to seeing the most, ignoring you. Anything outside of the mission was just not important to him. Including conversation from you.
It... saddened you to know he was ignoring you. You'd understand if you did something but from what you could tell you hadn't angered him. He was just indifferent.
"He's just been like that lately. Nothing you can do about it." Jun huffs.
"He'll get back to his old self in time." Carter tried to reassure you.
Yet despite all your attempts to spark a bond between the two of you again, you're met with cold responses.
"Don't you have anything better to do?"
At some point you felt you should just stop trying. He wasn't going to change and you just needed to focus on the mission. It didn't matter, Emile has changed so now you will too.
You never understood his behavior until he saved your ass once during a mission. Such an action that sparked an argument between the two of you. Only then did you get it.
"You should've been more careful!" Emile pulls you aside after the mission was clear in private.
"I was doing what I could, Emile. I just messed up one-"
"Once is enough to get you killed. It only takes once to lose your life." Emile pushes back, cutting you off.
You're silent, surprised by his tone.
"This is exactly why I didn't want you to join. If you got hurt I couldn't live with myself."
"... So that's why."
You step back, giving Emile some distance.
"You were so distant from me because you didn't want to lose me...."
"As a Spartan you already lose a lot, I wanted at least you to be safe."
"Emile, there's no need to worry."
"What makes you say that?"
You cautiously step closer, a hand on his shoulder.
"I'd put myself in danger if it meant I could be beside you."
Emile seemed conflicted by what you said. You say nothing more, only hugging him quickly. You then walk away to continue your duty. No use being more intimate than that in the field.
Falling in love with you was exactly what Emile feared. Yet the longer he was beside you and after hearing what you said...
Perhaps he should make the best of this while he still can?
