#natty writes

[borealtwilight]

Canis Lupus (your time is now)

A story about loyalty, misgivings, learning to trust, uncertainty, and bonds forged in fire.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44368189/chapters/111584644

[ohnojeno-blog]

Dating Lee Minho would consist of...

Wassup pals, ur girl is back and better than ever once again with a bulletpoint fic of something no one asked for

lets be honest 

when you first met Minho

u thought he was Cool, Calm, and Collected 

hAH BITCH U THOUGHT

as soon as he smiles he becomes a squishy lil cutie

sitting still? Minho Doesnt Know Her

u had an INSTANT crush on this loser

hes just So Friendly and greeted u with warm smiles Always

in ur mind u were like “pfft hes out of my league” but surprise surprise my friend

He Thought The Same Thing

it took Woojin coming along and forcing u two to express ur feelings 

and thank GOD HE DID

because Minho is The Best?? partner ever??? yes! indeed! 

hes such a flirty lad 

and that FLUSTERED YOU 

in the very beginning at least

in the very beginning u would turn as red as a tomato whenever he winked at u 

or smiled at u

especially when this hoe turned into Min H O E and did that sexy dance thing he does 

minho? grinding on the floor

you? red as a firetruck 

but 8 months into the relationship 

he no longer has the ability to make u turn beat red 

only slightly red

because who doesn’t blush a lil when theres a whole ass Lee Minho in their face winking at them and flirting with them? 

no one. 

he has a super friendly and flirtatious personality 

that doesn’t really bug u though

he reassures you that his cheesiest pickup lines are meant for u only 

and his best worst dance moves are meant for your eyes only

he also doesn’t slack on the physical affection either 

hes always holding u

always holding your hand 

or holding your waist 

or hugging u

this boi LOVES a good cuddle session 

98% of the time he will fall asleep in your arms

but tbh you dont Mind

you like to play with his hair as he falls asleep

it comforts him 

but that isn’t his favorite thing to do with u 

nope nope

he loves 

a good

a solid

picnic! 

he loves to get out and explore new areas with you as well as having the ability to snack AND go see new sights

making new memories with somebody he loves is something really valuable to him

so expect a lot of photos 

not just of you two

but of the different locations 

and of pretty scenery 

also expect grocery shopping trips in preparation for these adventures you two take 

lots of snacks!! 

and at least one home-made dish because cooking together is something thats common in your relationship 

Minho says it “helps with our communication skills!”

you dont understand how 

“Minho, it said finely chop, not obliterate the onion” 

“Am I crying because of this onion or because of the criticism coming from someone I love? I’ll let you decide” 

is improving your communication skills but, you love it anyways 

and you love him anyways 

because hes a squishy, flirtatious, kindhearted, loser who insists that you’re still “out of his league” 

which may be true 

but someones gotta love Lee Minho

and you’re willing to take one for the team (i make fun of him because i love him leave me alone)

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

New fic dropped. I'm saying this ten ways from Sunday for the readers: mind the tags especially on this one

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

New Halo fanfic dropped... An AU like you might not expect from me

[borealtwilight]

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

my canis lupus rewrite is up; go check it out!

[borealtwilight]

solace

summary: not everyone finds it easy to wake up in the morning. it's definitely made easier with the help of a friend, though.

although at this point, is "friend" even the right term to describe one another with? characters: jerome-092, grace hendricks word count: 902 A/N: for @dancing-coyote :P

"You have bedhead."

Jerome reaches up to pat at his curly hair, puzzled. He's surprised that's the first thing he's greeted with, when Grace stumbles into the rec room at 0900. "And you're up late." he retorts, but there's no heat to it, and he smirks at her as he slides a mug of piping hot coffee across the table to her.

Grace flips him the bird, but shoots him a grateful look as she takes a sip. "Whose fault is that?" He knows exactly how she has her coffee: straight black, nice and fresh and strong.

"Hey, I advised you to go to bed, and that Alice, Douglas, and I had it handled, but you didn't listen..." Jerome shrugs innocently, folding his arms and leaning a hip against the table. Her twin, Killian, had gone to bed an hour or even an hour and a half before she had. But Grace had insisted that she remain, that she would be fine, that she could stay and help finish planning their upcoming mission. Now she was paying for it.

Her response is to reach out and thump him in the shoulder with a fist, hard. He dances out of her reach, yelping, and one hand goes to rub the smarting area gingerly.

"Ow, that's still tender!" he chides with a shake of his head, thinking of how much it had hurt yesterday when he'd sprained it. "Dick move."

She says nothing, but her eyes dance with amusement, and her lips are twitching as she takes another swallow of coffee. He knows she doesn't mean anything by it, though, and that really, he kinda had it coming. He knows full well that Grace has a tendency to be... cranky, first thing in the morning, and it may have become an oddly endearing trait of hers, but really, he shouldn't go poking the bear.

( He doesn't think of the fact that he's probably the only one allowed to gently, teasingly provoke Grace while she's still waking up. Never really occurs to him, but it's definitely A Whole Thing that he'd never hear the end of if anyone else realizes it. )

"I'm not the only one with a severe case of bedhead, though." That smirk is back on his face, and he reaches out to coil a lock of her curly hair around a finger. "What's the term your brother likes to use... Oh yeah, you look like you've been dragged backwards through a bush." The polite way of putting it, at any rate. Killian's exact words are usually more along the lines of "your hair appears to have turned into a nest for a family of rats". "Don't worry, I'll fix it."

Grace, still sleepy, hums wordless assent, and Jerome's quick to dart off to her quarters to raid her bathroom for her hair products.

( He doesn't think about the fact that he knows what kind of supplies are needed to help get Grace's hair under control. It's just something that he'd do for another Spartan, he tells himself. Not that he's ever had the chance to; they all keep their hair shoulder length or shorter. )

"Did you at least get some sleep at all?" he asks, as he gently begins to sort out her frizzy mane.

She mumbles her answer into the mug of coffee. "Probably not much more than you did. But then you're a dirty cheat."

He allows himself a chuckle; she does make a fair point. At least it's a topic he doesn't mind making light fun of, on occasion. "I admit it, my augmented physiology renders me a dirty cheater and I can therefore run on less sleep. Still, don't come cryin' to me when you've overtaxed yourself."

"No, I'll just steal your bunk."

"I don't mind sharing."

"You're a blanket hog."

Jerome sputters. "I am not a blanket hog." As a matter of fact, he really didn't need to use blankets all that often. "I think the blanket hog is you, and you just don't want to admit it, so you pass blame to me."

Because sharing bunks is also a thing they do. It's not even something they put stock into; they just... sometimes happen to fall asleep together. Sometimes it's on purpose, though, like when they need to share quarters because they're planetside. Or when one of them can't sleep because their head is too much, and sharing a bed with your co-worker best friend battle buddy fellow soldier is reassuring: you know you're not the only one who has these nightmares, you've got someone right beside you who's been through similar shitty things, physical contact is grounding, it's fine to share space with someone you're familiar with.

It's just habit, that's all.

He doesn't need to see her face to know that Grace is sticking her tongue out at him, and he swats at her playfully. It's easy, this rhythm they've fallen into; it's become a comfort.

( Grace and Killian are really part of Red Team, at this point. They all look out for each other. They're all under Jerome's command. They're his friends, they belong to him, and he would die for any one of them, just as he knows they would give their lives willingly for him. )

( Sure, he has the tendency to spend more time with Grace than any of the others at this point, but it's mere coincidence. Happenstance, that's all. )

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“Kat, I’m making sure the El-Tee is all fuelled up before sending on her way. Give us about ten minutes, maybe fifteen, tops.”

“Understood.”

Six arched an eyebrow. “Making sure I get fuelled? What am I, a fighter jet?”

Carter snorted, helmet twitching in a way that indicated he’d rolled his eyes. “Shorthand for ensuring that a person has something to eat. Come on.” He tossed her an MRE; she snatched it midflight and followed him over to the edge of the rooftop where they sat side by side, legs dangling over the side of the building.

“Long way to fall,” she commented, tearing the packaging open. “If you drop a piece of food, you’re not gonna get it back.”

“I was going to say, don’t drop yourself.” He yanked his helmet off with one hand and smirked at her. “What was that about long way to fall, again?”

“Lucky for you, my balance is impeccable.”

Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean lucky for you?”

“You’re my boss; if you lost me, you’d be down a Spartan.” she pointed out, not daring to mention that technically, he’d be down two Spartans. Artemis didn’t want to think about Jorge right now. “It’s really a "both" situation, however.”

“Fair point.” he conceded, amused.

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POV for the no excuses writing meme :3

POV:

"You're damned lucky, Lieutenant. But don't think I'm going to let that slide. Soon as we get back to base, you and I are going to have a talk."

It was hard to miss the way Noble Leader was at the throat of team's new Six, and vice versa. Neither of them was happy with the other, and for different reasons... Yet it was also obvious they shared a resentment for their current situation. Too bad it wasn't enough for them to see eye to eye on something.

Jorge only wished he could do something to help.

That being said, he couldn't help the chuckle that left him as Six decided to flip off the Commander — and, sure, his laughter was probably part of the reason why Carter growled in response, but in Jorge's defense, he rather admired the spunk of their new Six. She had heart, even if he could tell she would never readily admit to it. She was as tough as they came, but in a different, quieter way. And there was no denying the fact that she was absolutely, positively lethal.

Even Emile had admitted that he'd been rather unnerved by some of Six's actions on the battlefield. And coming from the team's regular "trigger happy” soldier, who was all too keen on planting bombs on Covenant corpses to blow up the rest of those living before they vacated the area... That was saying something.

Whatever had caused Six to behave in such a manner... Jorge doubted he wanted to know what it was, and suspected it had ONI written all over it. Not just because she'd come from ONI, not just because her handlers were ONI.

It was because who else other than ONI could psychologically break a Spartan so badly as to cause their demeanour to shift more drastically from the norm than trauma?