I was just realizing that my previous Halo writer rec post was missing some newer writers I've met in the time since. So here's an updated version of this post, still in alphabetical order, including their AO3 if I know it. Also, some of them write for the TV show or the game(s) exclusively, some write for both, and some aren’t actively writing for Halo right now but are still very much worth including for their past works, IMO. Happy reading! 🤗
If I missed anybody, first of all, please pardon my swiss-cheese brain, it is especially swiss-cheesed these days. 🥺😭 Please let me know so I can add you to this ASAP! Also, if you have an AO3 and would like it linked (or unlinked), also let me know! 🤗💖
I just want you to know that I am so glad you love the halo show. You’re the only person I follow that seems to enjoy it as much as I do!
thank you! honestly, because of who i follow, most of the reactions i've seen both on tumblr and elsewhere have been pretty positive overall. i'm sure there are probably some people with valid criticisms about the show, but the majority of the hate i have seen is usually from some guy on twitter/reddit who clearly played the original trilogy 15 years ago and doesn't know anything else about the franchise. but i don't even have the energy to engage with them so i'm just sitting here instead like:
Oh Karinnnnnaaaaa..... clones? And scar kisses? Tell me what you think. GO
AAH THE FULL FLEDGED FIC FOR THAT ONE IS COMING but the nightmare one spawned in my drafts first they’re BOTH otw and sad af but without revealing all my cards....
☾ karinteractions™ | headcanons
✵✵✵ rini’s minis ; clones + scar kisses
poor babies have no inch of unmarred skin on their bodies. even cadets get roughed up during training, and a shiny without a scar is an UBER shiny and is probably gonna get bullied for it, being called ‘pretty boy’ aaw sweetie
so most of the time, bc scars are basically ingrained in their skin since childhood, they probably don’t notice them a lot of the time much less think to gain pleasure from it
but I like to think particularly big scars are sort of an achilles heel for them, when you rub and kiss them they’ll drop like a puppet with cut strings and then they’re malleable to your sweet loving. I imagine some of them might cry at the first sensation, be it out of relief or repressed memories brought up.
specifically, wolffe was gone the moment a pair of lips touch his eye scar, to the point where he was concerned his cybernetics were going haywire. the thought most definitely drowned in the buzz of touch-starvation that he’s been fighting since day one, though, and he’d definitely be one of the waterworks.
cody probably almost bends his back the wrong way trying to get away from anything near his scar, but it’s a moment of tired compliance that sees his first scar kiss. he doesn’t realize you’re following the pattern of the jagged skin while his head’s in your lap until you’re halfway done, and waits until you come back for a second round when he croaks, ‘don’t stop’.
older scars are more sensitive and preferable to be kissed, as new ones probably take time to heal (especially if they were life-threatening). but damn, do they bring a clone to his knees. it’s probably one of the only ways they experience such tender sensations. soon, scar kisses are as memorable as first ones throughout the GAR, and eager clones will direct you straight to them if they’re forward enough. after rough campaigns like umbara, I imagine they’re the only way they find hope that the scars, both physical and emotional, will eventually heal.
whew man this had me FEELIN’ things but then again it’s you so why am I surprised
Two margaritas in and I’m ready to party. Jokes I’m going to bed as soon as I post this its 1am
Jesse x reader + number 14 from this list of prompts for @morganas-pendragons
I blame Jesse’s endless charm for how naughty this got
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You thought you were the one winning when you snuck a crafty hand up the back of his blacks in 79’s.
You quickly realised you were wrong.
Really, you should have known better than to tempt fate with Jesse of all people, especially in a location and situation where he flourished. Perhaps you could pin your bravado on the shot you had chased alongside Fives not too long prior - the thought of possibly flustering your lover for once had been too tempting a morsel to pass up once the chance arose. Had Jesse sauntered into the bar in his full ARC Trooper armour, you would have had little chance of weaving your fingers over the tanned surface of his flesh with such incognito effectiveness… and the shiver of goosebumps that had prickled under your fingertips had certainly filled you with a delicious satisfaction - no matter how briefly the moment had lasted.
But Jesse had never been one to back down from a challenge - especially one posed by his devious little cyar’ika.
Now, you find yourself cornered in a poorly illuminated supply closet, itself crammed into one of 79’s equally dingy corridors. Within seconds of dragging you inside, Jesse had made short work of hiking your shirt up over your chest and none-too-graciously crumpling your bottoms around your hips to grant him access to a bare, solid expanse of your torso. You're in part amazed at the skill he possesses in stripping you each time you both come together, confident at this point he could have you naked and panting for him in mere moments even with his eyes blindfolded and one hand tied behind his back.
Though you would never grant him the satisfaction of vocalising this naughty hypothesis - his ego concerning his private skill-set was already inflated to the point of rendering it a comical cliché.
Yet just like some ridiculous scene in one of those more….adult holovids that Fives vehemently denied smuggling in once they were discovered in the 501st’s barracks, Jesse had rendered you trapped and willing to his advances - complete with your hands held firmly above your head and a muscular thigh wedged just snugly enough against the apex of your thighs.
It wouldn't have taken a Jedi to foresee that this man would be the death of your self-restraint.
“Why do you shy away, little dove?”
Stars above, even his choice of words wouldn’t have felt amiss in some ridiculous, fabricated pre-coitus scene - yet in your current state they still managed to shoot straight to your very core in the stickiest way.
He’s mocking you, the glint of his grin in the dim lighting confirms your suspicions. You attempt a half-hearted glare from beneath the haze settling over your body as he grinds roughly against you.
The intensity of the heat within the cramped space boils ever closer with each gasp of air you share between your mouths. It bundles you into the temptation of its caress, stroking the exposed expanses of your skin in slickened breaths.
Your tongue feels hot and heavy in your mouth, and you’re scared of what manner of sinful sounds he’ll manage to pull from you next if you dare to give in and answer him. You feel the rumble of his chuckle before you have a chance to hear it as he leans in to lick and bite a strip of sloppy kisses across the stretch of your throat. You keen and mewl against him, arching your neck higher towards where he has your hands caged in his own. Your breath catches in the limited space left between your bodies and Jesse half growls, half chuckles in open appreciation at your reaction.
“Scared someone will find us?” His tone is airy, dangerously cocky and so thick with promise that it taunts the arousal that bubbles lower and lower within you with each nip across your jaw.
He indulges himself for a moment more before speaking again, lips bruising shamelessly against yours as he pants obscenities into your open mouth. The smart-mouthed ARC Trooper rolls his hips harder against you and slips his tongue between your swollen lips in a single motion so skilled, that it finally succeeds in pulling a low, drawn out groan from deep within your throat.
It only serves to spur him on even further, and you hear him bite down on a moan of his own as your hips rut back against him. Jesse’s slip-up gives you just enough chance to twist one wrist loose from his hold while he’s preoccupied against the throb of your neck. You reach out in lust-clouded blindness to dig your nails into his shoulder through the thin material of his blacks. The action equal parts grounds the tremble in your knees and throws away what scraps are left of your self-control in one tightened, animalistic motion.
“-I s’ppose we’re both a bit more excited by the threat of getting caught than we should be, hmm baby?”
You don’t dignify his filthy tongue with anything more than another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. If anyone was to walk past and stumble upon you at this point - you weren’t sure you could bring yourself to care.
it’s a bit short but i love how it turned out and it just feels right. happy birthday kayla! i am so glad to have met you on this hell site and i appreciate all the love and hype you give for our clone boys!!
The kisses you and Cody shared were usually what you’d expect.
Short, sweet, simple.
There was never much time for the two of you to spend together. With him being a Marshall Commander to High General Kenobi, a few hours were as much as you would get for a couple weeks at a time.
But this, what you are experiencing in this moment, is completely different.
You gasp softly as Cody presses another bruising kiss to your lips. Shivers run through you as you cling to him, torn between pulling away to ask what was happening and giving in to the feelings. A hand trails down your side as he starts to kiss down your neck, causing you to rest your head on the wall you had been pressed against after he entered your apartment. You stare at the ceiling, a hand curling at the nape of his neck. You tug his head upwards, kissing him passionately. Flowers bloom throughout your body, humming with an emotion that has been building up since the day you met him.
Your eyes flutter open as Cody finally pulls away, only for you to be stricken by the look in his eyes. It was not one you had ever seen on him before. You can tell he’s trying it on for the first time, letting you see the softness that he has hidden inside of him for so long.
“Cody,” his name comes from your lips, broken with emotion. Tears fill his eyes, and you know that if you could see yourself, yours would be the same.
Lips claim lips, his form leaning against yours. You gladly hold him in your arms, pouring wordless promises of comfort and praise from your body into his. Your hands slide under the black shirt he is wearing, letting his burning warmth heat your cool fingers. You can no longer tell if the tears on your face were your own or Cody’s, but that doesn’t matter as long as he is here. A leg is lifted over his hip, his shirt torn from his body. It happens in quick succession, but the only thing you can think is that you want him closer, closer, closer.
Because what if you’ll never be this close to him again?
The thought wrenches your mind out of the hazy, desire-filled headspace you were in.
“Cody,” you’re breathless, and you press three fingers over his lips to stop him from kissing you again. “What’s going on?” You shoot him a look before he goes to protest, and you can see him physically deflate in front of you. You keep a hand on his lower back, rubbing in soft circles until he can find the words.
“Thought I would be able to sleep here. Thought it might have…kept them away.”
You inhale sharply as his voice cracks, tears pricking your eyes again. You nuzzle into his neck, pressing a kiss there. He gives a kiss to your hair, playing with your fingers in a way that seemed almost uncharacteristic of him. “You can always sleep here if you want. You have the access code.” Your voice doesn’t come above a whisper, afraid to break the already fragile peace in the room. “And you are always allowed to be you with me, Cody. I only want what you are willing to give me.” You slip your hand from his, turning his face toward you. His amber eyes shine, brows scrunching together in a way that alerts you to his internal self-deprecation. “Hey, it’s alright.”
But you know that words won’t get him out of that cycle.
So, you kiss him.
You kiss him the way he kissed you after he walked through your door. No hesitance, full of love. Cody is a man of few words, but you could feel every single one he pressed to your lips. You know how to translate every letter, every word.
