#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)

[labyrinthofstreams]

Pages from Cecil Beaton's scrapbook(s).

[turtletoads]

halo on my mind

[fredswrite]

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

[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]

"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

[musicalfilm]

musical films leading men [pt. 1]

christopher plummer, the sound of music fred astaire, you were never lovelier danny kaye, on the riviera gene kelly, for me and my gal donald o’connor, call me madam bing crosby, here is my heart

[femmefatalesmag]

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

[amirasainz]

hi i was wondering if you could do a max x kelly x amira where she’s in the red bull paddock and she just gets showered with attention from everybody and carlos gets a bit jealous?

You don’t have to do it if you feel uncomfortable!

Hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy reading and don't be shy to send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Mango-Dragon Fruit Refresher

“- and here is a hot cup of chocolate for you. Oh, and a blanket, so you don’t get cold,” said GP. “If you need anything else, let me know and we will get it for you,” added Christian. “Christian, she isn’t going to stay here. Her and Kelly—” Max started before Geri interrupted him. “While we wait for the food to arrive, let’s do some online shopping with Christian’s card.”

To be honest, it was quite a funny sight in the Red Bull garage. Max and Kelly didn’t realize that the situation would escalate like that. When the couple first woke up, their bodies were filled with excitement. Today was finally the day where Amira would spend her day at the Red Bull garage. They had asked her yesterday when they took her out for dinner. And like the sweet angel she is, she answered with a soft “I would love to spend the day with you guys.”

This morning, everything was fine. Kelly and she got ready together, while Max ordered breakfast for all of them. Afterwards, they drove to Starbucks where Amira got four “Mango Dragon Fruit Iced Refreshers.” They obviously didn’t want their love to get thirsty on their way.

But the moment the three of them entered Max’s garage, everything went downhill. The mechanics and the PR team cheered when they saw the Spanish girl. They stole her from Max and Kelly’s side, showing her the car. Amira, because she honestly is the most polite person on earth, paid attention to every single thing they showed her. Then, out of nowhere, Christian and Geri arrived, catching up with their favorite “daughter.” So one can understand why Kelly and Max are currently pissed off.

But the couple wasn’t the only one being unhappy with the situation. Carlos, who was passing by with Charles and Fred by his side, saw how everyone was hogging his precious little sister. The moment he heard Geri promise her to do some online shopping, he saw red. How dare they buy his sister things when she is only supposed to buy things with HIS money? And the audacity of the whole team has to give her a Red Bull branded blanket! She is the FERRARI princess, NOT the Red Bull one. It’s not Ferrari’s fault that the team doesn’t have any pretty princesses they can cuddle and love (Sorry Kelly.)

So like a man on a mission, Carlos marched into the garage. “Hey, you can’t b—” started one of Max’s mechanics before falling quiet under Carlos’ murderous glare. He marched towards his sister, “ripping” her out of Geri’s arms. “Sainz, you can’t just walk in here; this is not your garage,” said a furious Christian. “And this is not your sister, so you can’t have her,” countered Carlos. “Now wait Carlos; you know she is our guest today,” said Kelly. “Oh yeah? How about you all stop stealing our guest and try to find some fans for your own team?” answered Carlos.

Charles and Fred were heard from outside, both of them encouraging Carlos. “Yes Chilli! Don’t let them take your sister away from you!” Charles yelled. Before anyone could say anything else, Carlos gently took Amira’s hand, saying “Let’s get out of here, hermosa. We can do some shopping with Charles if you like,” receiving a smile from the girl.

The Red Bull team watched with bewildered faces how the Sainz siblings left the pit lane with Charles. Fred, who was still left at the entrance turned towards Christian, pointing his finger at him and yelled a loud and joyous “HA!” before skipping happily towards his team building.

The silence was interrupted when Kelly turned towards Geri and said: “This is all your fault!” “MY FAULT?! How can this possibly be my fault?” asked Geri. This was the moment cameras captured the biggest fight ever in Formula 1.

And Checo? He stood on his side of the garage, enjoying a refreshing “Mango Dragon Fruit Refresher.”

[fredswrite]

SUMMARY: When you finaly have a break from the christmas festivities, your husband and you find the time to watch the stars like you used too.

A/N: This is a little late, but I went back to my grandparents' house this Christmas, me and my cousins met again after years without seeing each other it was so nice. We went outside and went sledding like little kids at night, it was so pretty and made me write this hehe

WC: 1.1k

WARNING: A bunch of fluff, mention of sexual content, not smut but almost.

MLST

STARGAZING

Anakin and you always had this habit of watching the winter stars together, but when you had the twins, you couldn't find the time to do it anymore. In five years, Luke and Leia couldn't be left alone in the snow without it turning into a snowball fight or someone getting hurt.

And this year Christmas night wasn't an exception. You, Leia and Padmé sat alongside each other on the couch while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Satine were in the chairs in front. Luke, as usual, sat in the lap of his grandmother Shmi. Ashoka and Rex were doing a karaoke in front of the TV screen. Present wrapped and bags torn apart by the children everywhere.

The twins were smiling happily with their new toys as you laughed about Obi-Wan's joke. You looked at your husband, admiring his beautiful aging features. You haven't had some time along is so long, yet you were on holiday break, you should be able to take a break from everything.

Padmé noticed your look, whispering something in your ears. "You should go take some time for yourself. Don't worry about the kids for once."

You smiled at her, unsure if you should stop worrying for once. But that look in her eyes was enough to convince you. You stood up from your seat, gaining the gazes of others.

"I'm gonna go outside for a while, to look at the stars." Luke's eyes instantly turned to you, his love for astronomy showing. "Alone." You added in a chuckle.

You put on your boots and grab your coat, gloves, torque and scarf. You opened the door to your backyard balcony, breathing in the soft scent of the snow. The two plastic chairs were covered in snow as you brushed it away with your sleeve.

The stars lighted the dark sky as you gazed about the constellations you could never remember the name of. The music of the house was already a distant plea for festivities. All it missed was your husband.

Like a Christmas wish, the door slides open to reveal Anakin in his all-black winter suit. He smiled when he saw you and took the seat next to yours. "Hey babe." He gave a kiss to your forehead, yanking your chair closer to him with a single motion.

"Hey, honey." You replied with a chuckle. "You finally escaped the kids?" His hand fell behind your shoulders to hold you.

"Padmé convinced them to play some board game." He laughed as you let your head fall to his lap, looking at the stars in the sky.

"I wish her luck."

God, he loved it when you laughed like that. You were his whole life, his light in the darkness, his heart. All he could ever wish for was your love, and who wouldn't when they got an angel laughing in their lap?

"She loves them." He replied with a chuckle. "What were you doing out here?"

"I was watching the stars like we used to." You murmured, looking at what you remember was the centaur. "Luke got that from you."

"That's the great bear over here." He pointed towards another spot in the sky. His eyes glowed when he talked about his passion. You listened to him rent about the Greek signification of every star. Nothing could ever compare to stargazing with him.

But at some point you stopped listening to him, just staring at his beautiful features. His lips moved as he spoke, his smile curving on his cheeks. His large hand stocked your hair away from your face. "And that's-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, that you cut him off. "I love you." And he smirked even more.

"I love you too baby." He pulled you upwards in his lap by the hips. He grabbed your thigh, stroking the fabric of your pants with his gloves. His lips carefully approached your own as your fingers moved around his jaw.

When he finally reached you, you gently moved around his thigh, kissing him with such passion. His tongue explored your mouth like a starved man. You hoped the kids were well-occupied inside the house and would not share glances outside.

It may have been cold outside, but that didn't stop you from unzipping Anakin's coat as you took your gloves off. Your hand slipped under his coat to his sweater, one that Leia picked out. It was a green and red one where we could read Girl Dad. You had the same one for Luke.

His hand on your legs moved to hold the flesh in your ass. You chuckled on his lips, your freezing finger tracing the curve of his abs. Even with the multiple layers of clothing, you felt his bulge growing on you.

"Such a tease..." He whispered, his kisses going to your neck. "If the kids weren't here I swear I'd get you pregnant again right now." He groaned as he bite on your pulse point, pressing the top of your coat out of the way.

"Anakin..." His name left your mouth like a prayer. You always liked the thought of having another child.

"Yeah? You'd like that? Being all swollen with my baby... so kriffing hot."

And it was at that instant that you saw your children putting on their snowsuits, with the help of Shmi and Rex, on the other side of the tinted door. "Shit.." You said to your husband, but your sound was understood as something else.

"Baby..."

"No Anakin, you patted his chest and reluctantly pulled away, they're coming."

He looked behind him and noticed the little figure approaching the balcony. He quickly fixed you on the chair, gave you your glove and zipped his coat up his nose.

Leia opened the door and rushed in your arms as you chuckled at the still visible tent in his pants. Luke walked to his dad asking more about the stars. You and Anakin looked at each other, a playful smirk on your faces.

"Merry Christmas honey." He told you with a kiss that was interrupted by Leia's little hand and her sound of disgust.

[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."

[80sclassics]

Just some adorable goofballs I found in my phone.

[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.

[colorhollywood]

Old Hollywood stars on the bicycles