#fred/kelly

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Advice... Again

Fred-104 was sprawled on a moth-eaten couch that had seen better days, probably around the time the Covenant thought humans were an easy target. He was idly flipping through a digital magazine, "Cuisine for the Super-Soldier Soul," a title so absurd it had to be military issue.

Kelly-087 was beside him, her legs thrown over his lap in a casual display of affection, her attention on a holoscreen displaying a list of 'Top 10 Quiet Getaways for the War-Weary Soldier.'

"Look at this," Kelly said, pointing at a blip on the screen. "There's a place that serves a dish called 'The Master Chief.' It's essentially a steak so tender it sneaks up on your taste buds."

Fred chuckled, the sound gruff but warm. "Sounds like something John would accidentally invent and never realize it's named after him."

Their banter was abruptly interrupted by a sound resembling a Warthog crashing through a supply depot. Except this depot was their living room window. Glass sprayed across the room, a makeshift reminder that peace was always temporary.

John-117, the epitome of Spartan stoicism and the most unlikely window-smasher, lay amid the chaos he'd created, looking momentarily perplexed by his own entrance. Fred and Kelly, veterans of countless battles, could only stare.

"John, ever heard of knocking?" Fred finally said, his tone dry enough to make a desert jealous.

Kelly, ever the pragmatist, was already calculating the cost of replacing the window. Again. "Or, you know, using the door like a normal person?"

John rose, shaking off glass like a dog shedding water. "Apologies for the dramatic entrance. I require... assistance."

Fred raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you run out of doors to knock on?"John's gaze was serious, a storm brewing over an ocean of uncertainty. "It's Linda. I need to ask her out. On a date."

Silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the distant hum of the station's life support systems. Kelly and Fred exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them.

"You flew through our window... for dating advice?" Kelly's voice was a mix of incredulity and amusement.

John, unfazed by the absurdity of his actions, nodded. "Yes."

Fred stood, adopting the stance of a mentor about to impart wisdom upon a wayward student. "Well, step one: don't start by breaking her personal belongings. It tends to set the wrong tone."

Kelly, finding her voice again, added, "And maybe try using words. 'Linda, I value our time together both in and out of combat. Would you be interested in exploring a more... personal mission with me?' See? Easy."

John considered this, his brow furrowed in concentration. "No tactical overlay? No mission brief?"

"Definitely not," Fred deadpanned. "Try to sound less like you're planning an assault on a Covenant stronghold and more like you're, you know, human."

A moment passed, then John nodded, a determined glint in his eye. He turned, assessing the room with a tactical eye that unfortunately included the remaining intact window.

"Not again," Kelly sighed, already knowing what was coming.With the grace of a Spartan (which, in domestic settings, translated to 'bull in a china shop'), John made his dramatic exit through the second window, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Fred and Kelly, now facing the prospect of explaining to UNSC property management why two windows needed replacing due to 'Spartan relationship advice,' couldn't help but laugh.

"Dinner and window shopping, then?" Fred quipped, offering his hand to Kelly to pull her up from the couch.

"Let's just hope the restaurant has a discount for heroes," Kelly replied, accepting his hand with a smile. "Because at this rate, we're going to need it."

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Forbidden Planet costumes and props (1956)

[fredswrite]

Anyone saying he didn’t age is wrong, but anyone saying he’s not attractive anymore is a LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

[labyrinthofstreams]

Pages from Cecil Beaton's scrapbook(s).

[turtletoads]

halo on my mind

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Shut Up & Dance With Me

The Marathon Infinity is a place more accustomed to the clang of armor and the buzz of orders than anything else. But today, a rather unusual sound was cutting through the usual cacophony of militaristic-industrial efficiency.

Spartan Fred-104, known amongst his peers for his tactical brilliance and less so for his musical talents (which he absolutely has, let's not kid ourselves), had somehow found himself lost in the rhythm of a catchy tune. "♪ Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. ♪" The song slipped out, wrapping around the cold, steel corridors like a warm blanket, a sharp contrast to the usual ambiance.

Master Chief his footsteps silent, a ghost among men. Stopping DEAD in his tracks, Chief tilted his head as Fred's serenade unwittingly continued. "♪ I said you're holding back, ♪" Fred crooned, completely oblivious to the audience he'd acquired.

The moment Fred caught sight of Chief's towering frame, the song died in his throat, replaced by a strangled sort of gurgle. Imagine, if you will, the color draining from someone's face. Now imagine it trying to find a way through a Spartan's helmet. That was Fred.

"Chief!" he sputtered, voice cracking like a teenager's. "I, uh, didn't hear you come in."

Chief stood motionless, yet the air around him seemed to vibrate with mirth. "I gathered," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of amusement that one might miss if they weren't paying attention.

Caught in the headlights of Chief's undivided attention, Fred scrambled for an explanation that sounded less like a schoolboy caught passing notes. "It's just a song, Chief. Nothing to read into," he stammered, hoping the floor might open up and swallow him whole.

Chief, however, wasn't one to let things slide so easily. "Fred," he said, that one word carrying a weight that could crush a lesser man. "Fess up."

Under that gaze, Fred felt his resolve crumble like a cookie in a Spartan's grip. "Okay, okay," he relented, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's Kelly. I've got it bad for her. Like, really bad."

The confession hung in the air between them, a tangible thing. Chief's reaction, however, was not what Fred expected. There was no reprimand, no lecture on Spartan decorum. Instead, what came was advice, served straight up with a side of sincerity.

"Freddie, look," Chief began, his voice adopting the tone of a mentor rather than a commander... which is funny because John is younger than everyone else, Fred notwithstanding. "This might be the only time you'll hear me say this, but it's okay to have feelings... I know. I'm a hypocrite."

Fred blinked. This was not the conversation he'd anticipated having today, especially not in the bowels of the Infinity, and especially not with Master Chief playing the role of love guru.

"Take it from me, your feelings for Kelly don't make you weak," Chief continued, his voice steady and sure. "If anything, they make you more of who you are. And for what it's worth, I think she could do a lot worse."

Fred's mouth twitched, a smile fighting its way through the embarrassment. "Thanks, Chief. I think."

As they resumed their journey through the ship's labyrinthine corridors, Fred felt a weight lift from his shoulders, his steps lighter. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him—a Spartan supersoldier getting relationship advice from the most decorated warrior humanity had ever known, all because of a song.

"Chief?" Fred ventured, a thought striking him.

"What is it, Fred?"

"Do you... ever sing when you think no one's listening?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Chief replied, "That, Spartan, is classified."

[itsbasil]

Kelly-087. Fred-104. Linda-058. John-117, the Master Chief himself.

They speak very little, they move in perfect concert, the whole execution of every objective the wargames protocol spits and Miller calls out for them is ruthlessly, antiseptically clean.

If Crimson is like a rocket launcher, the Spartan-IIs feel like a goddamn tactical nuke.

Directing Blue Team is a rush.

My contribution to Potluck!! Wanted to do something for @bloodgulchblog's very good fanfic Touchstone: Blue Team tackle a Promethean Knight in a training sim on the Infinity.

[pillar-of-autumn]

right okay so @noctiris and i are working on an absolutely tooth-rotting halo au where miranda stays with catherine and grows up with the spartans as siblings. jacob is there too because we love him

featuring: blue team redesigns (and the return of kelly's blue hair), tons of baby miranda content, and jacob keyes best dad and driver

[fredswrite]

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEEPAW HAYDEN!! Omg he’s turning 44 can’t believe it. So this is part 1 of this little fics I’m making for his bday. Part 1 is cute fluff and part 2 is slightttt smut.

WC: 1.2k

SUMMARY: Celebrating your husband birthday with a surprise party was something your daughter loved doing. // Reader is in her 30’s and for the sake of it the daughter doesn’t have a name.

MLST // PART2

BIRTHDAY PARTY

Hayden was always a "Birthdays aren’t important" guy. So when your 8-year-old daughter told you she wanted to do something for her father, who could have told her no?

It started with subtitles question now and then coming from the two most important women in his life.

"What is your favorite color?"

"What is your favorite sport?"

"Chocolate or Vanilla?"

You figured out how to get the answer by the giggle of your daughter. And as the little spy that she was, she got everything noted down in the notebook you gave her a few months ago.

So when Hayden was out to buy farm groceries, she sat down on your lap and began reciting all the important details she wanted to put on the party.

"Daddy likes blue, hockey and vanilla!" She explained with excitement.

"Do you know what hockey team? We could buy him a hat if you’d like?" You already knew the answer, your husband only ever had one team on his mind, the one he grew up in.

"Maple leaf!" She said all smiling. "Can we go now?"

"He’s going to come back soon. We can go buy everything tomorrow after school if you’d like." You chuckled, softly drawing patterns in her hair.

She quickly agreed and ranted about her days and the work she had to do. From the math homework to her friend breaking an arm, you looked at her face, the same one you fell in love with.

When the door opened, she shushed her voice and ran to the entryway, waiting for her father.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed and jumped in a hug. Hayden let the bags down to catch her up.

Her smaller arms wrapped around his chest while he supported her waist, she wasn’t 3 anymore and he wasn’t 20 either.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He groaned softly as he pulled her down again. He smiled softly at you in the living room when he spotted you.

"It was good, work was great."

He walked to the chair you were sitting on, enveloping your lips in a tender kiss as you raised your head toward him.

"I bought food for the pigs and fertilizer." Hayden added, going after the bags he left in front of the door. He then took them to the garage that lead outside.

Once he came back, you were already getting the ingredients out for a home taco night. Tortillas, minced steak, cheese, tomato, lettuce, pepper and onion.

He wrapped his hand from behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, giving you gentle kisses.

"You might need to help her, I don’t think her math assignments are gonna do themselves alone."

He let out one of his usual deep chuckles; "Yeah, I’ll do that."

So here you two where, going from one shop to another to get him the best gifts. To make sure you didn’t forget anything, you had a list with everything you were planning to buy.

• A Toronto Maple Leaf cap.

• A big blue cake written on it "Happy Birthday Daddy."

• Different types of spices for meat seasoning.

• A gift card for his favorite golf shop.

• A new watch.

• Blue and white balloon.

• Bright coloring pen mostly for your daughter

(And a red lingerie set you wouldn’t buy with her around.)

After what seemed like hours of research, you both found everything you wanted. Lucky you, Hayden was out for a Comicon in the state, which gave you two days to prepare before he came back.

Your child had it all planned, you would hide when you heard the sound of the door opening and scream "Surprise!" when he walked inside the living room with the gifts displayed and the balloon holding onto it.

"Not this one mom! This one!" She pointed to another shade of blue as she drew the card for Hayden. A truly beautiful drawing of the house they lived in with leaves in the bottom.

"See now the sky is different than from the lake." She smiled proudly at her work, she was quite talented for an eight-year-old.

"I see honey." A grain displayed on your face as you wrapped different gifts in a again blue and gray paper wrapper.

"Do you want to sign too?" She questioned, raising the handmade card to your face. Her little eyes sparkled with joy and excitement.

You opened the letter and wrote a little sentence under her lovely paragraph. "Another year of love with you, couldn’t be more grateful. Happy birthday, I love you Hay xx."

You let go of the gifts when you heard your phone ringing with a notification. Taking it out of your pocket, you noticed it came from the man himself.

Hey love, how are you two doing?

You smiled as you read. You could never get rid of his sweet gesture.

Doing great, missing you though :)

Three small dots appeared as you waited for his text.

I’ll be back soon xx

"Mom, what are you doing?" A little voice stirred you back to reality. You showed her the text before asking playfully;

"Do you want to send Daddy a pic? Make a grimace."

You both stuck your tongues out, before laughing at the result. Clicking on the sent button in the bottom corner, It wasn’t long before you could read at the bottom of the screen that he saved it to his phone and replied with a smiling emoji.

Two days later, a cake was in the living room, gifts and balloons were all over the place, and all that was missing was your husband. You couldn’t deny it; you were just as excited as your child was.

She was jumping all over the house, stumbling on her feet as she waited for Hayden to cross the door. Every five minutes, she would ask you when was he getting there.

"Be patient honey, you don’t wanna ruin the surprise before he even gets here." You giggled, and she responded with a groan.

Barely fifty minutes later, you heard his car pull up in the entry. It was your cue to go to your hiding spot. Step by step, he got closer to you, until he reached the door and opened it gently. He knew you were in since the door was unlocked.

"I’m home!" He said, hoping to hear the familiar voices he loved, but he heard nothing.

"Someone’s here?" He questioned again, no responses. He would lie if he said he wasn't worried.

But all the worries of the world disappeared when he saw the blue decorations and heard both of your voices yell surprise in unison.

"Happy birthday Daddy!" As usual, she ran to his arms with the brightest smile on her face. She hugged him hard enough to make up for the two days he spent without her.

Once he let go of her, you made your way to him, enveloping him in your warm embrace.

"Happy birthday honey."

He kissed you, his hand rubbing gently at your cheeks. "Thank you love." He mumbled in your ear.

Your loving moment was stopped by a hand gripping your two hands apart. "Dad! Come open your presents, mine first!!"

And with that, he opened the cards followed by the maple leaf cap you bought in her name. He smiled before putting it on.

"Wow, that’s so cool. But you know you’re my best birthday present." He gently tapped on her nose with a grin.

And your heart melted at the sight of the two most beautiful people in your world.

[citizenscreen]

Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire jumping for Joy by Philippe Halsman

[churchyaoi]

some photos i took of my figures. i got a proper camera a while ago, im still trying to figure out how to use it. i took the last one with my phone camera though

[turtletoads]

had a bad few days. drew some blue team

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Puppy Eyes

In a cozy nook of New Mombasa, tucked away from the usual hustle and the occasional, unnerving peace that came after a particularly nasty Covenant invasion, was a diner. Not just any diner, but the kind with neon lights that had seen better days and a jukebox in the corner that was perpetually stuck on jazz standards from centuries past.

It was here, amidst the scent of overcooked burgers and undercooked fries, that Kelly-087 and Fred-104 decided to plant themselves for what passed as a date night in the Spartan handbook (not that such a handbook existed, but if it did, it would likely advise against anything that could result in fun).

Fred, the ever-dutiful Spartan, was halfway through a cup of coffee that could charitably be described as "motor oil chic." Kelly, on the other hand, was attacking a milkshake with the enthusiasm of a child who'd just discovered sugar was a thing. It was a rare moment of downtime, a slice of normal in lives that were anything but.

"Fred," Kelly said, sliding her milkshake aside with a look that meant trouble. Or fun. With Kelly, it was often both. "How do you feel about dancing?"Fred, whose experience with dancing was mostly limited to dodging plasma fire, nearly inhaled his coffee.

"Dancing?" he sputtered, trying to imagine himself in any scenario where that would be a good idea.

"Yeah, you know," Kelly pressed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and excitement. "Music, moving, maybe not stepping on each other's feet too much?"

Fred raised an eyebrow, putting down his coffee like it was suddenly made of live grenades. "Kelly, the last time I 'danced,' I accidentally dislocated an ensign's shoulder. You really want to unleash that on the civilian population?"

Kelly leaned back, giving him a look that was part amusement, part exasperation. "Oh, come on. I've seen you in a fight. You're all grace and lethal elegance. Just pretend it's a combat situation. Minus the actual combat."

Fred snorted, shaking his head. "Because nothing says romance like treating a dance floor like a battlefield."

But Kelly wasn't deterred. She employed the big guns: the puppy eyes. It was a low blow, and they both knew it. Those big, earnest eyes that said, "Trust me, what's the worst that could happen?" A lot, actually, but Fred found it increasingly hard to care.

"I can't say no to those eyes," he grumbled, though the fight was already leaving him. "This is going to end in disaster."

Kelly's grin could have powered the UNSC Infinity. "Disaster, adventure—it's all about perspective. Plus, it'll be fun. Promise."

Fred sighed, the weight of impending doom settling in. "You know, most couples would just go see a movie."

"And miss the chance to see you in dancing shoes? Never," Kelly shot back, her tone light, teasing.

They bantered back and forth a bit more, the diner around them fading into a comfortable backdrop. When they finally left, stepping out into the cool evening air, there was a lightness between them. It was the kind of moment that made all the chaos and destruction fade into the background, if only for a little while.

They made their way to whatever dance hall Kelly had in mind. Fred couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, dancing wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, how hard could it be?

Famous last words, he'd think later, as he accidentally sent a fellow dancer spinning across the floor. But in that moment, with Kelly laughing beside him, it was all worth it.

@inthatfandom, @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, @makowrites "I can't say no to those eyes."

[amayavittori]

How do ya'll think Kelly and Linda reacted to seeing Fred's armor (the one he has on in Halo Guardians) for the first time? Like John was off doing his own thing when this happened. So it was just them. When Fred showed up wearing cyan armor, do you think Linda and Kelly short-circuited for a second? They both chose normal, more natural, colors. Linda's being a simple copper type of brown, and Kelly's being an in-between shade of white-gray. But then here comes Fred, the vibe ruiner, in all his colorful glory.

Kelly: Fred...

Linda: Jesus.

Fred: What?! They told me I could pick any color!

Kelly: And yet you chose the wrong one. You're just a couple circles away from having a big target painted on you. You're making us look ridiculous as a unit.

Fred: There's nothing wrong with this color. It's a good color. Why didn't you choose blue, huh? Blue team, blue armor. It works!

Kelly: It doesn't, but sure.

Linda: Hey, at least we can go to you if we ever need to get a decent color sample for a bright crayon.

Fred: *defeated* It's a good color guys.

[itsbasil]

"So I heard you guys needed a pilot?"

John doesn't really make friends too often, so learning that his new boyfriend bestie is a civilian contractor he met on Zeta Halo has Blue Team more than a little curious.

I need Esparza to meet Blue Team so goddamn bad but 343 denies me this so I'm playing dolls in blender about it

[femmefatalesmag]

Vol 1 No1 1992 | Brinke Stevens, Monique Gabrielle, Kelli Maroney, Roxanne Kernohan, Michelle Bauer