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gettinthesinbin · 3 years

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Hiya, I’d like to request Belphie and Mammon going to the human world and doing ‘normal’ things like going to school and having ‘fun’ . how they adapt to the human world and their surroundings and how they react to certain situations they’re put in whilst being there. Maybe add in how Mammon goes to the human world without permission and Belphie kinda gets dragged along with him to babysit or watch over him but then starts to enjoy it.

Ty for the request! Of course! Went a bit off of the plot for this cause I got wrapped up in it, so the characters might seem a bit off, sorry...

(No GIFS/characters that I use belong to me) The chaos which is Mammon and Belphie, meeting the human world.

In response to the ever-growing opinions of humans and their behaviour, Diavolo, as he does, had decided that it would be best that representatives would be sent to the humans' world in an ‘exchange programme’.

Although, the choice of representatives had given Lucifer a heart attack, the recipients far less than happy about Diavolo’s decisions...

~ Mammon ~

Eh?! What a drag, why would he be sent to the realm filled with those the most susceptible to sin? Too much effort

However, the threat of Lucifer stringing him from the ceiling for a few decades had swayed him into going through with the programme.

Entering the new school environment, the smell of souls that had been already ‘corrupted’ had been pungent, but had also made the Avatar of Greed hungry. No, if he did that, Lucifer would...

After all, he was THE GREAT MAMMON, so he wouldn’t give in that easy.

Wait, why do these teenagers want to die? Why do they want to commit arson and destroy the government? I mean, go on ig??

Humans these days have become rather violent it seems.

As much as Mammon had rather enjoyed the chaotic environment that these humans had provided, he was reminded that he had another responsibility- Belphie.

Of course, a genocidal maniac that couldn’t get over his long-gone sister and taught to destroy all humans had not been the best idea, let alone leaving him with Mammon.

“Oi, Belphie, leave ‘em alone. Ah, why did Lucifer do this to me...?”

Returning to the Devildom after a year of freedom from his responsibilities and older brother had not only made him miss the freedom he had but also dared him to leave at times...

No one knows exactly how he got to the human realm, but we don’t question it anymore.

The only evidence that he has been there would be the increase in the population of Crows in the area.

~ Belphie ~

We all know he hates humans from afar, let alone if he was ever let close to the realm- Lucifer really did have his hands full...

Him? Socialising with humans, especially the younger ones? Diavolo really was making his mission easier.

And yet, that ‘scumbag’ Mammon had stopped him countless times, dragging him along in his schemes with the humans that had hung around them both.

Although he wouldn’t admit it, the experience had lead him to realise that not all humans are as despicable as originally believed, yet there were a few encounters that ticked him off...

One day, one of the humans that had been around them, considered the guide for the year and had actually grown on them, had been confronted by some humans that radiated the putrid scent of envy and wrath.

Childishly, the ‘bullies’, the term given to people like this by human society, had mocked his human for being attracted to someone of the same gender as them.

Upon seeing that the human they knew was not going to fight back, Belphie gave in to his own rage and confronted these disgusting excuses for humans, sneering at them as he cussed them out in an unknown language- moreover, forgotten through time.

“Tch, what? I’m not gonna let them harm you. Now, get up unless you want me to sleep on you.”

Wouldn’t admit it, but really missed the human world and some of the humans he had met. Sure, he still hated humanity for their weakness, but he had a select few that he cared for...

Which had resulted in Belphie now joining Mammon in his adventures in the human world, tagging along and acting as though it was all a ‘drag’- but, much to what everyone had believed, he would actually come to be ‘soft’ around humans.

The only evidence of his appearance would be the dreams that were guarded by Belphie and the faint scent of lavender and burnt marshmallow.

#obey me #obey me swd #shall we date mammon #mammon #om! belphie #shall we date belphie #lucifer #swd lucifer #shall we date diavolo #obey me diavolo

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far-away-stars · 4 years

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What is your character’s D&D class?

tagged by @swtorpadawan and @mimabeann thank you very much!! ♡♡

Bold what definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies

Al’ethian Ægestri : Barbarian/Fighter

no surprises here >> he is a hot-headed man full of wanderlust and wanting to enjoy freedom and adventures and adrenaline rushes until he can. he is a mess, but he chose to be, and I respect that. :’3

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

Rafael Nargeen : Druid/Paladin/Ranger

he is a jedi gardener, so i do feel like those obviously fit >> I’m a bit surprised by some other stuff, but he is that way :’D his mom was a huntress and he was raised with his own set of priorities/skills/habits, even if people don’t always expect them from him and how he presents nowadays. he understands a great deal of what being a jedi is, and took careful steps defining what he was ready or not to sacrifice to take that road, so, thankfully, he is pretty at peace with who he is.

Tagging @trashmuh. @delavairesslegacy, @hfbeasty, @darkcouncilelite, @starrealis and whoever wishes to. ♡

#oc : Al'ethian #oc : Rafael #thank you for the tag again <3 #ofc none of you feel obliged to do it #<33

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aka-willow · 4 years

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Gone

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Words: 2012

Characters: Willow Wren, Gooblin, Pip, Pingu, Burr, Spark, Danny, Manny, Dew, Fanisimo, France, Sabbath

Prompt/Tag:

“are you finishing that or…?”

“You’re going to get someone hurt.”

Summary: Willow speaks with the other Lab Rats about their past and future

Timeline: December 2015

Song: Gone - M83

A/N: the more you know

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The Lab Rats and I met at Gooblin’s fire tower on Christmas Eve. We set up sleeping bags in the tower and lit a bonfire down below. It should have felt like a party, being together for the first time since the summer, but it didn’t. It was somber instead.

On the heels of Marty’s death, the boys were sure that they were being trailed in Vegas, and Sabbath had botched a leak, accidentally forgetting to strip one of the files of metadata. It was a rough week and so we sat around the bonfire, staring down the end of our first year of freedom.

“Sometimes,” Pip said, slowly. “I think we should just turn ourselves in.” I shot a look at him.

“Why?” Burr asked. “Did you see something?”

“No,” said Pip, gazing into the fire. “I mean, not specifically. But when I do get those flashes of the future, I just see…” He looked at me and I frowned. “I just see… those planes that SHIELD used to have. It’s really dark. Surrounded. Loud. Maybe we should turn ourselves in before things get bad.”

“I’m not turning myself in,” said Pingu, poking the embers with a stick. “I hardly even use my powers. I’m not a threat.”

Except for D.C.

“Yeah, and neither is magic tricks,” said Manny, looking at Danny and France. “Pip, you know what we do. How can you say that’s dangerous?”

“I’m not saying it’s dangerous,” Pip said. “I’m saying that we’re perceived as threats.”

“Not me either,” said Sabbath, and Spark nodded her head in agreement. “Most of us are just trying to get our lives together. Even Dew is, which… I’m honestly kind of surprised.”

Dew laughed. “Well, superbrains aren’t exactly obvious. And the mirror thing isn’t either.”

“So, what?” I asked. “Who are you talking about?” I asked Pip. “Me? Fanisimo building things for us? Burr’s out there robbing banks in Europe.”

“I’m not violent,” Burr shot back. “It’s all behind the scenes.”

“So what, I build things?” said Fanisimo. “As long as I don’t open up a nether portal, I think we’re okay.”

That left me, and I felt their stares. “You want me to turn myself in,” I said. “That’s me you’re seeing in your vision.”

“I didn’t say that,” Pip mumbled.

“You implied it.”

“What’s going on in New York?” Danny asked. “I see the news, and maybe to outsiders it’s not suspicious, but to us? What are you doing? Every time I check in it’s like a new disaster or unsolved crime or—”

“I’m fine!” I said.

“You’re going to get someone hurt,” Sabbath said. “Or get yourself hurt.”

I ignored her and played with Marty’s flash drive in my hands. I had put it on a chain so I could wear it around my neck and the metal was cold between my fingers. Pip cleared his throat and asked Pingu about how school and home was, and the conversation shifted away from me. I grabbed my laptop from my backpack and plugged the flash drive in, trying key after key on WinRAR, nothing working. The file stayed zipped.

France and Pip got into a debate about whether France could use his powers to heal to resurrect someone who had died, as he had gotten some strange blood or healing abilities from the Blue Lab.

“You can’t resurrect someone,” France said. “It’s not possible. You can’t heal death.”

“But you haven’t tried,” Pip said. “Maybe you just need to try.”

“Wanna volunteer?”

The others laughed and it reminded me of something Marty had once told me. “Hey, Sabbath,” I said. She was sitting next to me. “You know the musical Cats?” I knew she was obsessed with musical theater, and if anyone appreciated the factoid, she would.

“What about it?”

“Well, if you trace the events from its production, it started with a German necromancer from the 1400s. So some guy tried to raise the dead in medieval times and we ended up with a musical about cats.”

“That can’t be real,” said Sabbath, pulling out her phone and opening the internet browser.

“It is,” I said, trying a few more book titles as keys on Marty’s file. On the other side of the fire, Spark and Gooblin stabbed sticks through marshmallows and began roasting them, as Spark joked about singing Christmas carols and Danny nudged Spark, pointing at a burnt marshmallow. “Are you finishing that or…”

“Wait…” Sabbath started. “John Faustus?”

“Yeah, I think,” I said. “Neat, right?”

“That was the name of the…” Sabbath started, and the rest of the circle got quiet as she typed something else into her phone.

“Name of…?”

“Doctor Faustus, deal with the devil… Faustus,” said Sabbath. “I remember now. That’s what they called it. At the Facility. With the words, that’s what they called it. Holy shit, that’s what it was. Do you guys remember? They used to use it when we started to… I don’t know… get out of line? They always said the same phrase, but I remember… there’s so much there…”

It was as if a ding went off in my head. Look up Doctor Faustus when you get a chance; it’s a wild read. I slowly typed doctorfaustus into the box, and suddenly the dialogue box cleared, and the folder opened up.

“Guys, guys, I got it,” I said in disbelief. “I got into the files Marty left me. The password was Doctor Faustus. Why is that…” The other Lab Rats on the other side of the circle got up and came around the fire to stand around me as I clicked to open the folder and extract the hidden files. “Marty was on to something,” I whispered. “Marty knew something…”

I opened the folder and the screen filled with a ton of subfolders. articles. hydra wikileaks. shield wikileaks. social media. scam stuff. willow. patterns.

I first clicked on scam stuff, my hands shaking, and when I opened up the folder, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. There were archived emails, text files, screenshots of a conversation Marty had with someone at a data recovery center. The words blackmail crossed the screen. A data dump of archived HYDRA documents.

How the hell did Marty get his hands on this?

“What the fuck?” France asked. “What was he doing?”

I opened his hydra wikileaks folder and found pages and pages of documents from the 2014 leak, all organized and collected, exploring every bit of data that was released. And then patterns. There was a single video, and I recognized the file name from Marty’s blackmail at the data recovery center. He had stolen it, stolen it straight from HYDRA. Marty did that. Somehow, that anxious, goofy, weirdo kid did that. He did that for us. And paid the price.

“Click on it,” Dew said.

“I don’t know…” I started.

“Click on it,” Manny interrupted. “We have to watch. We have to know.”

It was a stream of a video conference, and at the center of it was Doctor Dawn Turner, sitting on a desk with a stack of papers next to her. The video was titled report_5232014_turner. She began talking and her voice sent chill straight through my heart, and some of the other Lab Rats instinctively stepped back from the screen or avoided looking altogether. The words seemed to bleed together as she discussed progress and assignments and Fausta. Monster. It was so cold, so clinical, but we started to recognize our subject numbers. Subject 10. That was me. October.

“This is about us,” Pip murmured, and we shushed him.

Resets. The Monster Book. Triggers. Compliance.

The video ended and I saw our reflections on the black screen. My heart pounding, I opened up articles. The folder contained screenshots of news stories, some pulled straight from old newspapers. I clicked through them using the right arrow key, but I hadn’t made the connection, not yet.

“These are all really old,” Burr said. “Look, that one’s from 2008.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said. “These are all… deaths? Obituaries? But not even of anyone important.” I continued to sort through, but I felt the pit in my stomach deepen. “This is a family in Russia. Middle of nowhere. Look at that place.”

“That’s the house from…” Fanisimo started and we turned to look at him. “I remember that house. Those woods. The cold.”

“No, this can’t…” I started. “This isn’t right. You can’t remember it. We never left the Facility.”

The faces continued to pop up on the screen and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I wasn’t supposed to, I remembered. Every single one. I clicked faster and more articles continued to come up, more unnatural deaths, more…

“Go back to the video,” Burr said. “Go back.”

We watched it again, listening closely, until Pingu interrupted with an “oh my God.”

The Monster Book. October, shh. It’s time to play Monster. Sumerkey. Nothingness. The chair. The electricity. October, are you ready to comply?

“This isn’t real,” I said. “It can’t be,” and my breaths were shallow and heavy like I had just run a marathon. “We didn’t do this. We couldn’t have. We’d…”

“Remember,” Fanisimo finished.

“They weren’t training us all those years at the Facility,” Dew whispered. “We were already working the whole time. We were… you know…”

“Killing,” I said. “That’s what Monster was. Sumerkey was the start of a series, but of course I wouldn’t remember beyond that. We’d… change somehow. Complete the assignment. Return back to the Facility. There would be a reset. And over, and over, and over.”

“How many times,” Sabbath asked, and I turned to look at her, seeing tears reflecting the bonfire’s light. “How many times were we reset? What did we do?”

“That’s why I wrote the word,” I said, thinking out loud, speaking slowly as I put it back together. “Sumerkey, on my arm. That was the last thing I remembered every time. And I realized that if I wrote it on my arm, I could pull myself out. Remember who I was before that. Or… at least… fight it. That’s why.”

The fire crackled and hissed as we played the video again, and again, as I tried to absorb Marty’s last gift to all of us. This is why they came for him, took his devices. He must have left digital fingerprints. Of course. He didn’t understand what he was dealing with. And that’s why he hid the drive.

Did he know? Did he know they were coming for him?

I looked at the dates on the drive. Marty knew. He knew all of this about you. And he still… I wanted to cry, but instead I swallowed the lump in my throat, looking into the fire as if it could evaporate the tears out of my eyes. Marty, why did you have to go looking? Why did you have to do this?

We were always the bad guys. We weren’t innocent in all this. That family…

“I can’t believe that…” Pip started, but he couldn’t finish the sentence, choking up over his own words.

“Why?” Pingu asked. “Why did they have to? 2008—we were seven. Seven years old.”

“I’m done with this shit,” Sabbath said, walking away from the fire. “I’m done. I didn’t want to know all this.”

“Fuck this,” said Danny. “I’m done, too. Why…”

The tears were contagious in our gathering and as we silently wept that Christmas Eve, we remembered. Remembered what we had done, everything we were supposed to forget. It came in flashes, in jolts of electricity, and the same series of words over and over and over. The fear when I saw Doctor Turner come in with the Monster Book. I remembered that now. Not being able to stop it. Even if the reset made us forget, that little girl still remembered every time the door opened, and the book was set down on the table.

And Marty knew. Marty knew.

They wanted us to be killers? I’ll show them a killer.

#ww writing #willow wren #gooblin #burr #pingu #sabbath #spark #france #danny #manny #pip #fanisimo #dew

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thejokersenigma · 6 years

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Christmas Fan Fiction 2017 - Day 10 - Christmas Scenes at the Sirens’

So this is a bit of a random one - there isn’t really a story as such, just a bunch of scenes that are a bit odd and maybe out of character but this non-stop writing it taking a bit of a toll on me I think! haha

Hope you enjoy anyway

MASTERLIST

“Remind me again, why we’re baking gingerbread – whilst Harls, who actually wants these bloody things - is nowhere in sight?” Demanded Selina, angrily flicking dough off her fingers.

“Because last time I agreed to let her do it, she almost burnt the house down.” Muttered Pamela, tossing yet another bowl into the sink.

“Why didn’t we just use pre-made dough?” Selina groaned, spooning up a mixture which was still far too runny.

“Harl would know.” Ivy sighed in exasperation. “Trust me, we wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Just then the girl in question rushed into the room carrying a very disgruntled cat. “Selina. Can I dress Isis?!” She asked excitedly.

“No!” Explained Selina

“Aww, come on…! It’s so cute!” She squealed, holding up the offending outfit which appeared to be a reindeer costume.

“You are not dressing my cat in a reindeer costume Harley!” Selina hissed firmly.

Harley’s face dropped. “Red…” She tried.

“Drop it Harls.” Ivy said. “Why not dress up Bud or Lou?”

Harley let Isis down, not noticing she was seconds from being bitten. The black cat was quick to make the most of its freedom, turning tail and running from the room, probably aiming to hide under Selina’s bed. Harley reached for a small pot of marshmallows on the side. “I tried!” She protested, popping a small handful of the marshmallows into her mouth. “But they’re a bit too excitable and they ended up ripping the outfits to pieces.” She explained, pouting sadly. “I had to just settle on the tinsel collars!”

The two other women exchanged glances with each other as they continued to roll out the cookie dough and cut out little men shapes. Harley continued to pick at the little marshmallows, favouring the pink ones, as she stared absently out the window into the grey Gotham afternoon.

“’ow much longer till the gingerbread is ready?” Harley asked through a mouthful.

“Stop eating all the marshmallows, Harl!” Ivy demanded as Harley shovelled another handful towards her mouth. “The cookies need baking, then you can do whatever the hell you want with them!”

Harley clapped her hands, jumping on the stop excitedly. “Ooo yay!” She beamed. Then stopped suddenly, something outside catching her eye. “Look guys, it’s snowing!” She exclaimed. “Can we go out in it?!”

The two others glanced out the window, “It’s only just started.” Selina muttered, “There’s no point in going out.”

Harley’s face fell again, but soon her smile was back. “But when it settles we go out, right?!” She demanded eagerly.

Ivy sighed heavily, not bothering to look up from her work of cutting out the gingerbread shapes. “Sure, Harls.” She muttered, her tone completely uncaring.

“Yeeee!” Was all she heard, Harley running from the room, clearly having another idea to entertain herself.

“I hate Christmas…” Selina grumbled next to Pamela as she picked the cookie dough out from under her nails.

“Uh huh.” Ivy agreed.

“You’re cuter when you’re freezing, Harls.” Ivy teased as the Harley walked through the front door, teeth chattering, and her arms wrapped tightly around her chest.

“Yeah, well, someone,” Harley shot dagger eyes at Selina who walked in casually behind her, “took the snowball fight a bit too seriously.”

“You’re just a sore loser.” Selina grumbled, wandering past the frozen girl and heading to her room to change out of her damp clothes.

“Stamp your feet!” Ivy ordered at Harley as she began to follow. Harley scowled, sulking and stomping her feet in the entrance way, huge clumps of melting snow falling away from her boots.

Ivy nodded at her that she could stop and Harley moodily trudged into the living room.

“Can we put a fire on, Red?” Ivy heard Harley call from the living room.

“No fires!” She called back.

“But Reeeedddd…!” Harley whined, appearing in the doorway. “I’m gonna freeze to death otherwise!”

Ivy rolled her eyes at the theatrics. “Fine. But I’m not leaving you alone in that room.” She told her, heading into the room. However, she was brought to a halt by a plant suddenly falling in front of her face. “What on Earth?!”

She looked at thin, round ended leaves and the small circular pure white berries. Mistletoe. Why was there mistletoe in the house?! “Harley! What is this?” She demanded.

“It’s mistletoe!” She explained happily.

“I can see that, but why is it in front of my face.” Ivy asked with a frown.

“I thought it added to the Christmas decorations.”

Ivy surveyed the mistletoe carefully, realising it was just a branch. “You cut it?!” She demanded. Harley face dropped, suddenly realising who she was talking to.

“Uh – only a few bits – I didn’t kill it!” She insisted sheepishly.

Ivy shot daggers at her. “You’re lucky that mistletoe is so resilient.” She growled. “Poor baby.” She murmured, stroking the leaves of the plant above her before pulling it down, refusing to let it hang like a trophy.

“Is the ginger bread cool yet?” Harley suddenly pipped up from her pile of blankets.

Ivy looked up from where she was giving a bit of TLC to one of her young potted orchids, she’d moved them into the warmth of the room – making sure they were on the other side of the room to the fire – and they seemed to appreciate the increase in heat. “Probably.” She muttered.

Harley giggled excitedly and untangled herself from her nest, skipping towards the kitchen. “Selina!” Ivy heard her call, “We’re going to have a frosting contest!” Ivy rolled her eyes at this – she knew Selina’s reaction to that.

There was low grumbling mutter, which must have been Selina’s unenthusiastic response, and then Harleys loud voice. “Aww come on, kitty, get into the festive spirit!”

Ivy got up and headed to the kitchen, knowing she’d have to stop a fight before it broke out. Stopping suddenly when yet another piece of mistletoe fell in her face. She clenched her jaw as she pulled down this piece as well and carried on into the kitchen.

“Don’t call me that.” Snarled Selina where she sat at the kitchen table, Isis curled up on her lap as the catwoman filed her nails.

Harley looked over to Ivy as she entered, not noticing the plant in her hand. “You wanna join, Red? We’re gonna have a gingerbread frosting competition!”

Ivy raised any eyebrow at her which should have provided a good enough answer, but Harley’s eyes were large and pleading.

Ivy sighed dramatically. “Fine. Hand me some of those men and we’ll just see what I do to them.” She said with a sinister seductive smile. Harley beamed at the look of sin on Ivy’s face and raced to get the biscuits.

“Tah dah!” Harley exclaimed a few hours later, stepping back from the gingerbread house they had put together, and the tray of gingerbread men that had been propped up next to it.

“The gingerbread house is kinda…” Harley began, searching for the best word, pursing her lips as she assessed it.

“Sad?” Suggested Selina, her arms crossed as she leant - bored and sick of being festive - on one of the kitchen counters bored and tired of being festive.

Harley frowned at the suggestion. “Not saaaddd,” She protested, “just… Not quite right.”

“Not quite right, Harls?” Repeated Ivy, “It’s leaning more than Penguin does on his umbrella after he’s had a few too many!” Exclaimed Ivy. “Plus 3 of the gingerbread are bigger than the house, and most of them look like their eyeballs are bleeding!”

There was a moment of silence as everyone considered the bakes before them, then, suddenly, Selina burst into a fit of laughter behind them. Both of the other girls turned to stare at the crazed woman in bewilderment – she hadn’t done anything but moan all day, now all of a sudden, she was in hysterics – if Harley didn’t know better she would have thought Selina had taken a dose of her puddin’s laughing gas. Ivy raised an eyebrow at her in question. “You alright, hun?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Selina was practically in tears now, doubled over in laughter. “Leaning more than Ossie – that’s a good one!” She managed to choke out between laughs.

Ivy glanced over at Harley who was beginning to laugh herself. “Did someone spike your eggnog?” Ivy asked, beginning to grin at the scenario herself.

Soon they were all laughing together at the ridiculousness of the gingerbread, everyone feeling far more relaxed thanks to their failure - the pressure of the holiday and the need to do ‘festive things’ that they hadn’t even realised they had felt, now suddenly lifted off them. The day didn’t need to be perfect - there wasn’t a need of a list of things to do or check off - they just needed to have fun doing whatever they wanted.

And right now, they wanted to fall into each other with laughter.

Later that night they were all settled with a cup of hot chocolate and a chunk of gingerbread – after deciding that the best and most satisfying thing to do with the cookie house was to smash it. Selina was curled up, stroking Isis who had made himself comfortable on her lap, Ivy was absently stroking a tendril of plant that had wound its way onto her shoulder, and Harley was curled back under her pile of blankets, her eyes resting on the pile of presents that sat under one of Ivy’s Latin named plants – as they hadn’t been allowed a Christmas tree in the house.

“Can I open a present yet?” Harley suddenly asked out of the blue, breaking the peaceful silence that had fallen over them.

Ivy looked over to her and followed her gaze to the pile. “No Harl, you wanted to do Christmas, you’ve got to do it properly. You’ve waited this long you can wait another 24 hours.”

Harley sighed dramatically, still gazing longingly at the corner.

Ivy got up, finishing her drink, and heading towards the greenhouse to check her plants out there before she headed to bed. Just as she was about to walk out the backdoor, yet another piece of mistletoe fell in front of her face, swinging slightly in the cold air.

“If I bump into one more bloody piece of mistletoe, Harl’, I’ll burn your bloody presents!” She yelled back into the house behind her. Selina smirked over at Harley as the girl blushed bright red and sheepishly curled deeper her blankets.

“What a Merry Christmas.” Observed Selina, as Isis purred contently on her lap.

#the sirens #christmas advent calender #christmas fan fiction advent calendar #fan fiction advent calendar #selina kyle #cat woman #poison ivy #harley quinn #pamela isley #dc #dc fan fiction #batman #batman fan fiction #the sirens fan fiction #Christmas scenes at the sirens

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It Takes Two - Chapter Twenty Eight

After a few minutes of sulking, you heard footsteps come towards your door. “All is forgiven baby!” Todd called.

“Come on get dressed we have work to do! When you yelled at me and chucked me out like trash, I felt like for that you should be dead, but but but then it hit me like a flash! What if the Red Army went away instead? Those assholes are the key! They’re keeping you away from me! They made you blind and messed your mind! But I can set you free, when Tord left me I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried. But then I met you and you made me feel alive! You somehow released this truthful shit inside! So that’s why I’m building a bomb! Tonight his base is Vietnam! Let’s make sure he doesn’t see the world again! I was never supposed to be with him, but you instead and now I see that. You were meant to be mine, I was meant to be yours, let’s finish what we started baby! So when the base goes away, with everybody inside goes- boom boom boom!” He laughed.

“In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this note explaining why they died.”

He cleared his throat and you could hear the faint unfolding of a paper. “We- the members of the Maroon revolt, have lived in the shadows for too long, and those- the members of the red army- will die. Their burnt bodies will finally get through, to you, we don’t want a world of criminals ruling us, no thanks, signed the members of the Maroon Revolt. Good bye.”

He folded the paper again before speaking again. “We can watch the smoke pour out the doors, bring marshmallows we’ll all make s'mores, we can smile and cuddle while the fire roars! Help me finish what we started, we were meant to be together! I am all you ever need! You cut open my heart, don’t just leave me to bleed!”

He hit the door, “(NAME).” He lowered his voice, “open the, open the door please. (Name) please open the door. Can we not fight anymore please, can we not fight anymore? (Name) I know you’re scared I’ve been there, I can set you free! (Name), don’t make me come in there! I’m going to count to three!”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying, blowing up the red army base…there were kids there for fucks sake, you couldn’t let him do this. This was the ultimate ‘taking one for the team’ and if it meant keeping your family safe…you’d do it. Taking a deep breath before opening the door slowly, putting on a convincing smile as you took his hand into your own. “Dot…I mean Todd, baby, you don’t have to worry.” You closed the distance between you two, hugging him tight. “Don’t worry about them, just worry about us…you love me, right?” Hand trembling as you reached out and caressed his cheek gently, watching him visibly relax into your touch, and gave him a chaste kiss. “If you love me…you’ll leave the red army alone,” You began slowly, watching for any signs of danger. “I’m right here, I won’t leave you on one condition.” “Please don’t leave me alone….” he shook, and he dropped the gun in his hand. “You have to swear to me that you or your soldiers won’t attack the red army anymore.” You ran your thumb over his cheekbone tenderly, trying to help soothe his nerves. “You already have me so there’s no point in fighting them…do you promise me, Todd?” This would be the day your freedom was relinquished, sacrifices had to be made and you were going to be the one to make them for the greater good. Even if you were miserable at least everyone you cared about would be safe. “I promise to be with you to the very end.” You rested your forehead against his. “Until one of us takes our final breath.” “….” tears rolled down his cheeks as he held you. “Don’t cry, I’m here.” You wiped his tears away, sighing softly as you looked at him. “You won’t break the promise, right?” “You are all I can trust… I can’t do this alone…” “It’ll be ok, we can move the base somewhere the red army hasn’t taken over…we’ll have a fresh start.” You tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear, it was different to see him so vulnerable. “We’ll be one big family, ok?” He smiled. “A family…” He got excited and kissed you. It was very passionate. “Mhm,” You face was flushed slightly, not expecting the kiss or it to be so passionate. “It’ll be you, me, and you’re soldiers and we’ll be just fine.” It was a bit unnerving how quickly his mood would change, you made a mental note of it, and hoped things would be at least ok.

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The Battle of the Marshmallows

Dust clears as the camera pans over a destroyed field, Owl, seen dust and soot covered, looks to the camera. Owl: It is day two of the Great Marshmallow War, dubbed the Battle of Epic Proportions by Nerd as tensions rise, the Toasted ones are quiet. The camera pans across the field where trenches had been dug out. The scenes change with Owl voicing over, the trenches are small, and few people are seen: the Toasted have fewer numbers than their foes, but they prove to be a valiant foe against the Burnt ones. Here is Nerd, who seems to be the leader of the fight.

The camera shows a shadowed figure sitting by a campfire, warming up what appear to be bullets made of toasted marshmallows. Owl continues with the voice over: Marshmallow bullets, formed from sugar, and hardened in the fire to a golden brown. They are duller than the competing ‘burned’ bullets which use the fire to completely harden the marshmallow, unfortunately it makes it more brittle, but packs a bigger punch. Another shadowy figure walks up to the shadow known as “Nerd.” They carry two smaller figures, who once set down immediately run to Nerd, grabbing the burned bullets. From the shadows Linda approaches, a sniper rifle held in her hand.

Linda: They are setting up the cannons. Fred is stocking ammunition. A boom is heard and the camera shakes. Changing scenes to the other side of the field. The Burnt ones. Trenches lit with fire, they walk on warm coals. Owl’s voice over continues.

Owl: The Burnt ones, larger in numbers, having the advantage of having the famous Spartan John-117. They are louder, and send off routine cannon firing, a display of power. As if on cue, a cannon is shot, the flaming ball of burned marshmallows shooting high into the air before exploding into a flare of flames. A shadowy wolf howls and pushes another flaming coal into the side of the trench. Kelly drops down from the top of the trench, and wacks John on the shoulder. There is no reason for it, and the situation dissolves as John and Kelly start yelling at one another. The camera switches back to Owl, who narrowly sidesteps a fallen chunk of flaming marshmallows: Mediation efforts continue as Samuel-034 tries to calm the sides. Camera changes to the lone tree, barely standing in the destroyed field. A tattered “flag” of white is tied to the branches. The Spartan is seen sitting in the tree, reading a book. A close up reveals the title “How to get your children to stop fighting” The camera pans back to Owl as another boom shakes the ground. A flying chunk of what was a cannonball hits the camera, knocking it off of its stand. The screen goes dark.

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Blue team stories- at the beach

Fred, asleep under the umbrella they set up because you know all the Spartans are so pale they’re just get terrible sunburn: *soft snores*

John: Imma make him into a mermaid.

Fred, waking up and quite confused, still half asleep:

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Battle of the Marshmallows

A field is split down the middle, a giant fire roaring towards the sky as two figures face off. On one side, the field is a crisp golden, and on the other, the field is blackened, cracks of flame dancing across the surface, and embers glowing softly. Dressed in Mark VI armor, metal feathers decorating the pieces, Owl strands. Instead of the normal helmet, a winged owl-shaped helmet adorned her head. Her armor is black with ‘cracks’ running through it, glowing like embers. The other- Nerd- is dressed in black jeans, an old grey hoodie, combat boots and Grecian style armor protecting her arms and legs. A corset-like chest-piece protects her upper torso. Blood red hair tied up in battle braids gave an intimidating look.

“And thus it begins! Sharpen thy tools and make fast the trenches!!” Nerd yells. Owl looks towards her, picking up the onyx sword that was stabbed into the dirt beside her.

“Choose thy weapon fiend! You shall not win this fight! We have Master Chief and Kelly on our side!” Owl shouts, pointing her sword at Nerd.

“I have the power of the Chaos goblin and adorable innocence!! Thou canst never hope to defeat me!!! Golden ‘mellows shall prevail!!!!!” Nerd yells back, pacing back along the gap in the field separated by the raging fire.

“Thou think thou hath innocence? Thoust art a coward! Thou say nay to completing thy roasting of thine ‘mellow!”

“Thou art the coward!! Thou disrespecteth the ancient paths, spewing lies to those that follow you in this path of destruction! Have you no soul???”

“Tis true yond i has't nay soul! t wast taken from me many years ago at which hour battling the most wondrous dragon of the n'rth! i doth not spew lies, i only speaketh the sooth! t is thee who is't is on the wrong path! we m'rely seeketh to free thee from the ancient chains yond bindeth thee! breaketh free of the lies and joineth us mine own cousin!” Owl shouts, a figure comes up beside her, dressed in forest green armor with Violet highlights.

“How dare thee call thyne fellow creator a coward! That alone is such an act of cowardice! Take yourself and thou’s distasteful marshmallows away!” Danica-118 shouts to Nerd, who almost seems taken aback by her words.

“Do not confuse cowardice with defending my honor child!! They struck the first blow, laid the grounds, antagonize this battle... and thou have fallen just as far.... go back to the shadow of thine burnt mellows and ponder thy path…” Nerd says ominously. Both groups look at one another, stare each other down as the fire rages higher until they cannot see one another.

———-

Danica-118 quickly gets to work digging her own tunnels and planting burnt marshmallow explosive under the enemy base and trenches, chipping away at the surrounding dirt, she misses the burnt sugar that lands on her radio transmitter and corrupts the feed. Above the ground flashes of light appear- warp portals- bringing in Toasted and Burnt ones alike.

———-

Into the flickering firelight of the Burnt Ones camp steps Cameron-409, white armor smeared black with soot to resemble the superior marshmallow. "Stealth op is a no-go Chief." he reports, "The Bird was spotted among Toasted ranks, I'd be had as soon as I got within a hundred yards." Kelly claps him on the shoulder in consolation, before walking up to scout the perimeter. Cameron sits by the fire as Samriah stands up from where she sat by the fire, metal leg catching on the firelight. She nods, looking towards Cameron, “We knew this was a possibility. The Bird can see, but she can’t catch Kelly. Wolf knows the ground. Sam’s still in no man’s land.” She grabs a rifle, offering it to Cameron. “What’s our plan?”

———-

In the ranks of the Toasted, Nerd, X and Linda begin running their simulations of their meticulous strategy. "Our best bet is to snipe them from the trees, X and I are the best here, which gives us a distinct advantage." Linda comments, and Nerd looks towards her, firelight catching on Nerd’s gold dusted armor as she walks around the table they planned on.

"But they have Kelly and John, that's two more Spartans than we have... no offense Linda." Nerd mumbled as she looked down at the plan. A voice comes out of the shadows and they all look around, Linda quickly pulling her sniper off her back and pointing around at the possible foe.

"Hey kids, got room for two more??"

———-

Underground, Danica-118 continues to set charges, her armor getting smeared in melted sugar and mud, taps her coms and tries hailing out to the Burnt group, “I’ve managed to dig the tunnels and set the charges, but I can hear what sounds like digging. I either set them off now and dig upwards and try to not get caught, or try to get back and risk getting caught anyways. Your call Chief.”

———-

Nerd, Linda, and X look up to see a camouflaged Spartan land gracefully on the ground, her feet barely making a sound, she wore mark V armor; it was sage green with burnt orange on the gauntlets and knees, "Dove, get out from behind the tree... your not exactly sneaky" the unknown Spartan said. ‘Dove’ dropped out from behind the tree.

"I was invisible until you gave me away..." Dove grumbled, poking the female Spartans side playfully. "Meanie."

"Glad you could make it Eagle..." Linda greeted, relaxing slightly. Eagle nodded, and stood near their ‘war table’.

"I came as soon as I heard what was happening... I wouldn't miss the chance to gang up on John." Eagle said and Dove nodded. She glanced over to the map, ready to give input.

———-

At Burnt base Wolf pops up seemingly out of nowhere looking to be covered in dirt. She was short, only about 5 foot, and had a mohawk style hair with bright green eyes. She wore Spec Op armor that was redesigned for a human, the deep grey color contrasted with her eyes, making them seem brighter as she stepped into the light of the fires, "I was scooping around their perimeter looking for any weak spots, while their defenses may be very tight I think I managed to find a slight opening we might be able to use to our advantage." She said, Samriah looked up at Wolf, calculating the options in her head.

“What’s the opening?” She tapped at the dirt with a charred stick, glancing at Chief. “Any word from Danica?” She questioned, and received a slight shake of the head from the Chief. Samriah let out a breath, “How are our defenses looking? Toasted ranks may be small, but if they have the Bird…” Samriah trailed off. Wolf drew a crude drawing of the toasted base sketching it out in charcoal on the war table.

"The defenses on the north, east and west sides are highly reinforced with dirt and hardened, sticky marshmallow, but they got a little sloppy on the south wall. A mile or so down the south side there's a small crack about an inch from the ground up the wall. If we could get an explosive in there we might be able to make a hole." Wolf then realizes she hasn't seen Danica in a while and turns towards the group.

"Didn't Danica say she was gonna go set some charges near the toasted base? It's been almost an hour and she isn't back yet. Do you think she's okay?”

———-

Danica takes a breath attempting to remain calm as she attempts to make contact with the Burnt Ones again.

“Chief? Samriah? Wolf? This is Danica-118 do you read me? I have set the charges. I repeat I have set the charges. There’s the sound of digging getting closer, either I set them off now and dig upwards and try to avoid getting caught or I crawl back and risk getting caught anyways.” No response. Danica shakes her head as she notices it’s been an hour that she’s been gone. “Well since coms don’t want to work, I guess it’s up to me… please let my luck hold out…” she mumbled to herself. Danica starts to crawl back to the Burnt Ones bunker as quietly as possible and pokes her head out from the entry of the tunnel and looks at everyone. “I guess coms don’t work underground. They’re starting to dig tunnels of their own. It won’t be long til the charges are found”

———-

As Eagle surveys the perimeter, she can hear what sounds like scraping and smiles, "Have fun running back to base... it's a long walk home." She says to herself, she radios Linda, reporting her findings.

"Eagle says that they have tunnels, which more than likely means they have charges of some kind." Linda began, watching as Dove placed another golden toasted grenade.

"Then that means we have to force their hand.... destroy their tunnels before they can take advantage of them." Nerd stated, drawing a line across the projection.

Eagle returned from her perimeter scans, walking over to their war table she joined the others, "I'll make an insertion here..." Eagle said, pointing at what appeared to be a random patch of ground. "My thermal scanners indicate one of the charges is there... a flash grenade will be hot enough to detonate and send a chain reaction, causing the tunnels to collapse."

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At Burnt base Samriah frowned at Wolf's comment, but spoke “Danica is smart. She knows what she’s doing.” Samraih leaned over Wolf’s drawing she tapped the south side where the crack was. “Good thinking. If we-“ she was cut off as the radio crackled “This- Danica- charges- set- caught.” The feed was distorted and Samriah pulled up a screen. “Danica, this is Samriah. Do you read?” The radio crackled and went silent. She looked at Wolf, “Wolf, see if you can find an explosive for the hole. Something small. Remote detonation.” Samriah turned towards Cameron, “Cameron, check our defenses, If they have Linda there, and they made a mistake, we probably have one too.” She turned to Chief, who seemed to be deep in thought, “Chief, see if you can get ahold of Sam. I don’t want him getting caught in the cross fire if this gets messy.” Still looking towards him she asked “Cortana, do we have a head count for the Toasted? If they are starting to warp in others…” she hesitated, “This could go very badly. Very quickly.”

"You got it boss," Wolf said and saluted Samriah. She put on a midnight black cloak, changing in appearance as she did so. In her place was now a wolf with midnight black fur. She had one black and white eye and the other was gold. Three scars ran down her face, marring the otherwise fluid coloration. It will be easier to sniff any type of explosive no matter the size in this form. She says mostly to herself before disappearing into the shadows. The radio crackles and all the team can hear is the sound of explosions and rubble falling, Samriah looks grim.

“It has begun.” She says, and gets to work.

———-

As the Toasted prepare for another confrontation, Dove sighs heavily.

"We're gonna get our butts kicked if we don't get some more help... I mean, we have an equal number of Spartans... but extra people? Not many..."

Nerd thinks for a moment before she and Dove glance at each other wickedly.

"Perhaps...." Nerd remarks, picking up her phone, "All we need, is a little.... divine intervention..."

———-

On the field, a woman with scarlet hair sat perched in a tree. She wore light black and bluer armor, maximizing flexibility and mobility. She was a pyrokinetic, and went by Catherine, she found herself in a nice sniper position tucked in one of the trees, with a whole bag of marshmallows. One by one she lights them on fire because that’s what miss pyro does best. This is a free for all for her. No loyalties. Everyone is a target. Catherine purposely aims for Fred because he stole her chocolate that was supposed to go on her s’mores. The night is lit up with fires and chaos as the Toasted and the Burnt collide into battle.

———-

"Eagle..." Nerd called out, and the female Spartan nodded, grabbing the detonator and hovering her thumb over the button.

"Detonating in 3, 2, 1.... ADIOS!!!" Eagle shouted, pressing the button as the world lit up in explosions of flying marshmallows and dirt.

“YOU ALL BETTER TAKE COVER” Cathriene yells as she rains the mini fruit flavored marshmallows down on everyone. As Cathrine unleashed her onslaught on minis mellows, the Toasted were covered by a rather mystical and divine field of protection.

"It took you three long enough..." Dove pointed at the goddesses, Divine Intervention shooting her a somewhat irate glare. Waving her hand a cannon ball of burnt mellows dissolved into flakes of shimmering gold.

"Two actually... Destiny decided the opposing side fit better..." Fate pointed out, as from across the field a smokey figure hurled another ball of burnt marshmallows at Fate, who sighed and snapped, the ball of fire stopping in its tracks to plummet to the ground.

———-

As the battle rages a shadowy figure stalks through the night barely making a sound as if she has become one with the shadows. Her head darts up as an explosion flashes in the field, coloring the sky with fire and destruction. Dismissing it she continues looking for anything to help her team. She stays away from the Toasted base, but keeps close enough to to keep it in sight. The onyx colored wolf sniffs around on the ground, looking for any type of explosive that she could use to help, she finds nothing and lets out a low growl to herself. Damn those toasted guys sure know how to clean up after them… She says to herself, as she is about to turn back, an explosion shakes the earth. It throws Wolf to the grounds and her ears ring, chunks of earth and stone pelt the ground. Darkness descends on her vision, turning everything into blackness.

———-

Danica crawled through the tunnel system, with more urgency now as the ground shook above her, the battle had begun “Now or never…” she told herself, and set off all of the charges. She was only halfway through the tunnel system, and was buried in the rubble. Armor-locked she was frozen, hoping her luck held out and someone from Burnt found her. Behind her, half of Toasted base was covered in burnt marshmallow, walls either cracked or destroyed, anyone still left in the base was covered in burnt marshmallow. Danica’s radio crackled as she heard Samriah come through distorted, “Dan- this i- Sam- read?”

———-

Wolf’s eyes shot open, she shakely stands, dust and debris falling off her coat, now dusted in white ash and soot. Shaking herself off, pieces of earth and rock fell off her. She sniffs the air and perks up, the distinct smell of explosives and the sharp small of pine, a person. She trots off in the direction of the smell, getting closer to Toasted base. As she nears the base she slows walking over about a few feet carefully still sniffing the air and keeping a lookout for any traps that might be placed. As she gets closer the smell gets stronger until the earth seems to break open, revealing a long tunnel underneath the ground. Wolf starts to dig, large paws making quick work of the torn-up soil, she carefully digs around armed but not set off devices, picking them up carefully and setting them aside for later use. After a few minutes of digging her paws hit something hard. She leans forwards and gives it a tentative sniff, metal and pine. Danica! Wolf starts digging with renewed vigor as the Spartan is slowly uncovered. Once Wolf has most of the rubble cleared her form shifts, turning back into her human form as she reaches for Danica. The Spartan’s armor is locked but with a quick command into a tablet she was able to unlock the Spartans armor.

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Blue team: News Flash- The Battle of the Marshmallows

Owl, holding a microphone up to Cortana: What are your thoughts of this battle of epic proportions? What kind of marshmallow? Who’s side are you on?

Cortana: Well, we are all very concerned about the current rising tensions over this great debate. We keep calm in this time of trouble and- *a crash sounds behind her, as the camera pans to focus on John and Kelly wrestling shouting incoherently at one another. Linda is seen holding a blowtorch and a bag of marshmallows. Sam is sitting on top of the cabinet, his face buried in his hands. Fred is watching Linda and trying to get her to turn off the blowtorch, she is waving it dangerously close to the smoke alarm.*

Owl: Well I can see, tension are high even within the team. Keeping a united front is hard with differing opinions. Will- *the door burst open, hitting Owl and phasing through Cortana’s hologram. The figure is dark, with the outside light causing their figure to be obscured in shadows. They step forwards. Owl turns to the figure.* Well, well. What do we have here?

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Sneak Peak- The Battle Begins.

A sneak peak of a written version of the Battle of the Marshmallows, written in the comments. @lialacleaf @alpha-wo1f2 @embarrassedauthornerd @starchaser-the-prophet @117s-girl @xback1021

“And thus it begins! Sharpen thy tools and make fast the trenches!!” Nerd yells. Owl looks towards her, picking up the onyx sword that was stabbed into the dirt beside her.

“Choose thy weapon fiend! You shall not win this fight! We have Master Chief and Kelly on our side!” Owl shouts, pointing her sword at Nerd.

“Thou think thou hath innocence? Thoust art a coward! Thou say nay to completing thy roasting of thine ‘mellow!”

“Thou art the coward!! Thou disrespecteth the ancient paths, spewing lies to those that follow you in this path of destruction! Have you no soul???”

“Do not confuse cowardice with defending my honor child!! They struck the first blow, laid the grounds, antagonize this battle... and thou have fallen just as far.... go back to the shadow of thine burnt mellows and ponder thy path…” Nerd says ominously. Both groups look at one another, staring each other down as the fire rages higher until they cannot see one another.

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#fight for burnt marshmallow freedom #battleofthemarshmallows #sneak peak #halo blue team #halo headcanons #linda 058 #fred 104 #halo #halo shitpost #incorrect quotes #john 117 #kelly 087 #blue team #halo spartan #blue team having fun #blue team stories #why are we here?#just you wait

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A Day at the Beach- The Misfit Mellows- Part I

They pile into the van, somehow carrying the weight of all the Spartans, luckily it doesn’t take them long to get to the beach, they all unload as Danica stands in front of the doors to the van, still in her armor, “I’m not sure about this. I’ve never been one to want to take off my armor.” Catherine is already stripping down into her swimsuit, bouncing on her feet like a giddy child, “Well you might sink pretty quickly in that tin can” she says and offers a large bottle of sunscreen to John, “you’re gonna need this, pale as you all are” Samriah nudged Danica.

“Come on, it will be fun. If it's not, I'll buy you a Moa burger.” Samriah bargains, they both look over as Linda yells at Kelly as the faster Spartan grabbed her and threw her over her shoulder, making a dash for the ocean. Danica looks at her armored hands, then at Samriah, “Fine, but I’m not going into the water. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be back.” She walked back inside and sure enough ten minutes later she was back wearing darkly tinted sunglasses, her blonde hair in a tight braid, dawning a dark green two piece with violet bows, and a beach bag as she tried not to smudge the newly applied makeup on her skin. John reluctantly takes the sunscreen from Catherine, when he is done putting it on, he is somehow even paler than before, not having rubbed the sunscreen in well enough. Samriah laughs and shows John how to put it on. Samriah smiles brightly at Danica, “Let’s go!” With that the group made their way down to the ocean.

“Yes!” Catherine skips her way to the shore and begins picking up seashells, collecting even the broken ones to decorate her sand castle. Linda had already been thrown in and was currently wrestling Kelly into the water, Fred saw the chaos and laid out a beach towel under the umbrella. Danica silently says next to Fred wanting to avoid the chaos for once, which was unlike her. Unfortunately for her, Catherine quickly drags Danica over to help her construct a monstrous sand castle, “Come on you guys! We’re building Fort Spartan!” Catherine calls and beckons Samirah over to help. Sam quickly waded into the water and picked both Linda and Kelly up, giving them a scolding glare and jutting his chin towards the other children in the water who were watching the ordeal with wide eyes. Samriah laughed and ran over to Cathrine, filling a bucket with sand and starting the great Fort Spartan. Danica looked down at her arm and reapplied makeup to it, hoping no one noticed the smudged tone. Little did she know, both Cathrine and Samriah did, but chose to leave it be, it was Danica’s story to share.

“One sec!” Danica calls, she begins picking up seashells and brings them over, “Will these do?” Samriah, noticing Sam, Linda, and Kelly in the water quickly ran back under the umbrella where their stuff was stored, accidentally spraying Fred with sand. Grabbing a floatie she ran over to Sam who was trudging out of the water with Linda and Kelly in tow, they quickly joined building the castle, as Samriah stuck the floatie on Sam’s head like a hat.

“Poor Fred.” Danica said, noticing the spray of sand that kept hitting Fred.

Fred looked up from where he was reading a book.

“Indeed. Samriah, stop with the sand.” Samriah laughed and shook her head, purposely kicking over some sand at Fred. Danica shook her head and threw a patch of seaweed at Samriah.

“Come on, I thought we were building a sand castle? Be nice to Fred!” She scolded.

“Not the seaweed!” Samriah shrieked and scrambled away, falling into the “moat” John and Sam were digging. It easily was deeper than Cathrine’s height, and when asked why it was so deep they shrugged, and kept digging. A group of young children approach the giant sand creation and curiously peer and the strange group of people. Danica waves to the small children and laughs at Samriah.

“You okay over there Fred?” She calls.

Fred was fast asleep and Samaria, having jumped up and down repeatedly, had a wicked grin. Looking towards Cathrine she whispers, “Let's make him into a Mer-Fred.” Danica just shakes her head and upon looking around sees a quiet space under some shade and slips away to set up her towel and umbrella and relax. Samriah used John as a ladder to get out of the moat. It was really just now a pit, and nearing the Spartans height. Samriah bounced over to the ocean and started to collect sand to make the Mer-Fred. Catherine eagerly grabs buckets of sand and approaches the sleeping Fred with Samriah and begins gently packing sand around his legs.

“Let me see some of that seaweed, yeah?” She whispered and Samriah passed the seaweed to her and noticed the children’s numbers growing, so she beckoned them over.

“We’re turning him into a merman, but we’ve got to be quiet so he doesn’t wake up okay?” She told them quietly, the children nodded and started grabbing sand. Danica, now feeling a little anxious, sinks a little farther into the shadows and starts chatting with Athena, her AI. The children help Catherine turn Fred into a very pretty mermaid, decorating his tail with shells while Catherine gently lays the seaweed on his head as hair. As they finish, Samriah notices Danica’s silence, as ever the responsible one she leaves Cathrine with the children. Wandering over as she picks up a pretty violet shell, offering it to Danica as a sort of peace offering. “Everything okay?” She asks, and Danica jumps slightly as Athena disappears, yet she smiles up at Samriah and gently takes the shell.

Yeah, I’m just not really in my element. I’m not used to being out of armor for so long. I’m used to long drawn out battles, not quiet beach days…” Samriah can tell she’s not saying everything.

“We all have scars, some visible, some not. I lost my squad on my first drop, I tried covering it up for a long time, it only made it worse.” Samriah pauses before looking more closely at Danica “Say hi to your AI for me.”

Danica just nods sadly at Samriah’s first comment, “I lost my first team in a fire fight. The enemy got the upper hand, knocked me out, tied me up and I woke up to seeing my entire team without a single glint to their eyes. After that I just went on a spree and took out any enemy I came across. I got a lot of scars that way… when evac finally came I was the only one there… Pilot asked what happened and all I could manage was holding up all of their dog tags after I brought them onto the ship. I wasn’t going to leave them behind… not after everything they did for me. They watched my back day in and day out… I failed to protect them…”

“It’s not your fault. And I know many people have told you that, but I won’t lie to you, it still hurts. It takes a long time to get better, but opening up, and telling someone. Thats the key.” Samriah gives Danica a smile. “You should come try the water, it’s nice. I promise. If your makeup wears off, they won’t mention it. If they do, I'll whack them.”

Danica fidgets nervously, “I-I don’t know… I haven’t had a true team in a while and I just don’t want people staring…”

“JOHN!!” Fred yells as he wakes. Both Samriah and Dancia jump at Fred’s shout. The children scatter and Catherine bursts into a fit of giggles as she takes a picture, before scurrying to hide next to John where she is safe. Fred grumbles as he tries to brush the sand off his body.

“This is why I can never relax.” He muttered.

“This is why we love messing with you!” Catherine calls to Fred, only for John to pick her up and toss her into the moat, which is too deep for her to escape, “Hey!” She protested, John snickers at her.

“You’re in timeout for picking on poor Fred” he says. Sam looks at Catherine for a moment, and promptly jumps out of the moat, leaving her no room for escape.

“You get back here! I will not be caged!” Catherine flails her arms trying to find a way out of the sand pit. There is no escape for her. Her best bet is for someone to take pity on her. However, for Miss Pyro, it is not likely. Catherine grumbles about mean Spartans and begins digging a tunnel through the sand.

“You a Zir now Cathrine??” Dove calls, having recently warped in to watch the growing chaos. Catherine tunnels her way out of prison and runs to Dove, wrapping her arms around her.

“Dove, look at the injustice they’ve done to me! And it was Samriah’s idea!” Catherine exclaims dramatically and sticks her tongue out at John and Sam, before joining Samirah and Danica in the shade. For the moment they relax, with Dove chatting with Sam and John, Fred going back to reading his book and with Kelly and Linda still in the water. Finally, Samriah sands, and offers her hand to Danica, pointing to a rocky outcropping a little ways down the beach. “There, that will be secluded. And if anyone is there and has a problem with it…. Well a shark might just appear in the water to scare them off.”

“Alright, I’ll tag along” Danica says, and snickers.

“Sounds like we’re going exploring!” Catherine grins broadly.

“Miss pyro here can also singe their eyebrows off.” Samriah ads, snickering. Danica just laughs a little harder.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure where to keep my sunglasses” Danica says, before being cut off by Cathrine.

“Chief! I’ve been given permission to light people on fire!” At this, John quickly joins the group.

“Absolutely not.” He says and pats her on the head. Danica goes silent as soon as the Chief had shown up

“Just put your sunglasses by our stuff, no one will steal it. That's what our dear Spartan body guards are for!” Samriah says, jabbing John in the side. He shakes his head, and looks towards Danica.

“Everything alright?” John asks. Danica stiffens at the mention of just leaving the sunglasses behind.

“You know I’m a Spartan too right?” She jests, trying to cover it up, “Never better Chief!” An obvious lie. John puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes, offering silent support in the way that he does. Samriah notices Danica’s tense form.

“You know what? This should be a girls trip! No John, Sam, or Fred!” She says, and links her arms with Cathrine and Danica. John sees the makeup on his hand and the scars on Danica’s shoulder and she internally panics. Samriah notices this reaction and quickly hustles the girls away. “Let’s go! Bye boys!” John shakes his head as the group leaves.

“Don’t burn anything to the ground,” he calls after them.

“We will!” Samriah shouts back, passing Danica a towel to cover her shoulders. “I’ve got some semi-waterproof makeup, I can give it to you later.” She murmurs to Danica. Danica keeps up with the group as her arms are linked with theirs.

“Thanks…” she says and she drapes it over her shoulder. “So to the water I guess?” Still sounding slightly uneasy but more relaxed than the moments prior.

“Yep!” Samriah said brightly, and they walked along the beach. When they arrived at the spot it was secluded. Cathrine frowned. No one to set on fire. She told the trio such.

Danica chuckles slightly, “That’s good for them I suppose.” Athena appears on Danica’s left shoulder.

“Hi…” Athena says Danica is stunned that Athena is being this bold. “I’m Athena, Danica’s AI.” Catherine smiles softly, remembering her long lost AI Felicity.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Catherine says, she cups her hands in the water and splashes it onto her body. There are faint scars that start at her wrists and end at her elbows, the water makes them shimmer in the sunlight. Catherine does not think of them often. Danica sighs as she drags water up her arm to the exposed part of her shoulder. There are two long scars running parallel to each other going down from her shoulder to the tips of each of her fingers. Tons of small and medium length scars littering the rest of her arm, some looking deeper than others. It’s obvious that they bother Danica a great deal. “Combat or training? Or both?” Catherine asks Danica carefully.

“Both… and augmentation.” Danica replies solemnly. Samriah joins them in the water a moment later, hopping into the water with a splash, metal leg left on the beach it just rusted to easily in saltwater. She hopped/swam over to the duo and kneeled on the seafloor, the water only came up to her shoulder and she smiled up at the duo. Catherine nodded in understanding.

“I was kidnapped by insurrectionists when project Pyro was leaked. I’d still be their lab rat if John hadn’t come for me. Although I wasn’t exactly in one piece by then…”

“Funny story-“ Danica starts, but is cut off by Athena.

“John had come for her too. She was a child at the time at a lab facility. An experiment of their own using his DNA. He still doesn’t know she’s technically his kid. Even when she went through the Spartan program, Halsey put it under lock and key.”

Danica looked panicked.

“Athena! We talked about this! No one can know!” Catherine blinks in surprise, before nodding as she processes the information. She concludes that it is now her solemn duty to unofficially adopt Danica. Danica just sighs, “I am biologically his. However the original died when she couldn’t handle the testing so they stored her memories in me. So I’m her but built to better withstand testing…” Samriah ducks under the water and comes back up a moment later, effectively clearing her thoughts. Then she Looks up at the duo.

“You're not her.” She addresses Danica, “You’re you. You may have a few added memories. But you’re still you”

“I am… I’m an altered copy is what I’m saying…” Danica says, butt Cathrine cuts in.

“Nothing wrong with a few extra memories, I don’t have any about where I came from or who my family was. Halsey rescued me from the streets when I was a teen, and I’m still not sure if it was for better or worse, but I have a good life now” Catherine plays with the sand between her toes and smiles.

“I just don’t want Chief to find out. I didn’t want anyone really finding out.” She steps closer to the water as it washes the makeup off of her feet exposing more scars, Catherine smiles softly.

“If I know John he’d be ecstatic, but it’s your decision” she says, and Samirah nods.

Danica smiles back, “Maybe after we hit the water?” As she wades farther in so the sea meets her waist.

“We’ve got your back,” Catherine winks at her and dives into the waves. Danica smiles and takes a deep breath, takes her sunglasses off exposing her freckles and her two mismatched eyes, and throws her glasses onto the sand diving down. Catherine splashes Samriah and Danica as she resurfaces, “I challenge thee to a wave battle!” Danica splashes back, not caring for the scars now exposed on her face as well as the rest of her body.

“Thou shall regret challenging me to a battle!” She calls as Catherine engages in the splashing, causing little bubble heat explosions under the water in order to send more force with her waves. Danica smirks as there’s a mischievous glint to her eyes as she dives and sets small, pocket sized, pressurized air canisters on the sand below and taps one as it sets off a chain creating a slightly bigger wave. Samriah dives into the shallows, careful to stay where she could touch the ground if needed. She splashes Cathrine with a laugh, and then gets drenched by Danica's waves. Danica resurfaces and laughs as she comes closer to shore to accommodate for the distance and to make sure Samriah was included. Catherine warms the water around her, making it more like a hot tub as the battle dies down a bit. As the sun starts to set the trio relaxes in the water, their worries at rest for a moment and silent as the waves lap at the shore. Samirah breaks the silence, “if you had the choice to change how your life has been, would you?”

Danica looks at Samirah stunned at the question, “Before meeting everyone here my answer would’ve been yes, but after all of this? Not a chance. You guys are my team. More to the family if you will. There’s not a chance I’m missing out on meeting you all.”

“Awww I knew you’d open up, just had to get you out of the old tin can,” Catherine sends a wink in her direction, and Danica smiles.

“Maybe I spend too much time in my armor. Thanks again, this has been pretty fun!” She says as she winks back. Samriah nodded, looking towards Danica and Cathrine.

“We’re a bunch of misfits, broken but healing. Each weird and unique in our own way. Our own little family.” She comments.

“We’re not misfits if we’re a family. Not any more” Danica says, and smiles softly. Samriah nods, and they walk and rejoin the group with Danica and Cathrine, as Cathrine pulls out a package of hotdogs to roast over the fire. “Who’s hungry?”

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A Day at the Beach- The Misfit Mellows- Part II

As the sun sets on the beach, John notices it is getting dark out and begins to gather wood for a little beachside fire pit, Catherine joins him to help start the fire.

“Food’s ready!” Cathrine called to the group, and they quickly came over, hungry from the day of chaos and the building of Fort Spartan. Wolf pops her head from where she was laying.

"Did someone say food I'm starving!" She said, a look of excitement on her face, her short Mohawk sticking up all over the place as she quickly bounded over. Danica walks over while wearing her sunglasses and not overly worried about her scars but still uncomfortable, long parallel scars down her spine, legs and feet. Other battle and training scars are scattered. A nasty one is shown on her side as she sits next to the fire, the twisted scar crossing over her stomach from an explosion.

“I am” she says, and looking towards Cathrine for further instruction on how to roast said hotdog.

“Grab a bun and a stick!” Catherine says and waves her stick around with a raw hotdog but it gets flung off, bounces on Fred’s head then disappears into oblivion. Fred glares at Catherine as Wolf laughs at him. Danica laughs as she grabs a bun and a stick, “Fred why don’t you hang out over here? Maybe I can protect you from random flying hotdogs.”

"Ohh hot dogs don't mind if I do" Wolf goes to reach for one, but is stopped by a flying packet of ketchup thrown by Danica.

“Hey wolfie?!” Danica throws another packet of ketchup at Wolf, hitting her squarely on the head. Wolf stops laughing as she feels something hit her in the face, looking down and seeing the ketchup she looks around to see who threw it.

"Was it you Danica?” She questions. Catherine giggles gleefully as she suspects a food fight is on the horizon

“Yeah it was me, problem?” Danica says in a playful tone, now more relaxed and feeling free to be herself.

"Not at all," Cathrine says with a wicked smirk on her face, "I just hope you like wearing your food." Cathrine picks up Wolf’s hotdog and dumps it on Danica. “Food Fight!” She yells and attacks an unsuspecting Kelly and Linda with mustard and ketchup.

“I was gonna cook that!” Wolf shouts. Danica dives for the relish and thousand island dressing.

“Heads up John!” Danica calls as she tosses him the relish. Wolf grabs the miracle whip, spicy ranch, and buns she ducks behind a picnic table as makeshift cover.

"You'll never take me alive!" Wolf shouts as she starts throwing buns soaked in mayo and ranch at Danica. Danica dodges them with ease, but laughs all the same. John and Sam duck behind a quickly constructed wall of sand and begin firing condiments with tactical precision. Wolf climbs to the high ground and starts sniping people with thousand island dressing. As chaos unfurls, Fred quickly and quietly moves away from the chaos to eat in peace, as a good friend Catherine slides Fred a few cooked hotdogs to munch on. Using an umbrella as a shield, Wolf sticks whatever she can find together with her condiments and throws them like grenades hoping to hit someone. She gets lucky and hits Sam in an explosion of mayo and spicy ranch. Danica snipes Linda, and as Linda cannot believe she has been caught off guard she goes and sulks beside Kelly. Wolf accidentally hits John and prays that he didn't realize it was her. While John did not notice, Danica did and snipes Wolf with thousand island. John, having now realized who hit him, glares at Wolf. Wolf falls dramatically to the ground, "I've been had, well it was nice knowing you all" Danica snickers and tries to snipe Kelly as Cathrine sneak attacks John from behind, allowing Wolf to use her as a springboard, Wolf is able to jump onto John’s back. Catherine takes out his legs and they three of them all go down in a heap. Wolf still being on John’s back is squashed beneath him, “Ugh. John you’re too heavy.” She groans and tries to push him off. Danica hits Kelly who was trying to use the chaos to nail Cathrine with a packet of mustard, she succeeded, but Kelly was still able to fire her last packet of mustard. Catherine is tangled in John's legs and is unable to avoid being hit “The injustice! Firing on an unarmed soldier!!” She shouts, and flails around, trying to get herself unstuck.

“You’re armed just by having energy! Y’all just tackled him! I deem it fair” Danica says.

“Maybe next time you’ll think before tackling me then.” John says as Wolf manages to somehow put John into a sitting position using him as a shield while using his leftover condiments, consisting of ketchup and mustard, to snipe Danica from where she was hiding behind cover.

“Give up, you won’t win!” Danica shouts as Catherine escapes from John’s legs and also uses John as a body shield. It is a little squished, but Cathrine and Wolf make do. John sighs in exasperation and accepts his fate, Danica holds her fire to avoid hitting John.

I don’t want to hit him. She says to herself. Wolf and Catherine slowly move up on Danica while moving John with them, John now seeming to not even try to fight against them.

“Surrender! We have the Spartan for ransom! Hand over your condiments!” Catherine says, and winks at Danica. Danica in turn, quickly climbs into the nearby tree, then hopping tree to tree as she tapes ketchup packets to her body and drops behind them sniping Wolf, also shoving John away at the same time, and then hugs Catherine exploding the ketchup packets “SACRIFICE!” Everything happened so fast before Wolf even knew what was going on she had been hit and was on the ground. John didn’t have a single condiment on him, but Danica herself was covered in ketchup as she had sacrificed herself to “save” him and giggled. Fred stares at the mess with dawning horror, having gotten sprayed with ketchup during the chaos

“Can we please eat like normal people for once? It’s the marshmallows all over again.” He asks, and moves backwards, trying to escape the spray of sand Cathrine kicked at him.

“No can do Fred and besides we make your life less boring with all our antics!” Wolf says, as Danica falls to the sand on her side and acts ‘dead’, pretty realistically actually, she lays there, but then one eye peaks open.

“It wouldn’t be any fun then!” Danica says, looking up at Wolf. Catherine pokes Danica “Oi, no dying you, you have to help us gang up on Freddy boy” Cathrine says.

“I was a self sacrifice. The three of us are dead. It’s up to John now” Danica says, John sighs as he picks up what’s left of the condiments.

“Yay! Finally ya joined in!” Danica shouts in victory. Fred’s eyes widen as he realizes he is the new target, “Pfft sorry Fred. You can use me as a human shield if you want?” Danica offers.

“That won’t do him much good,” John says, grinning as he aims, and Fred jumps up from his seat, running towards the water to hide behind fort Spartan. Wolf sits off to the side this time eating a cooked hotdog and watching the chaos ensue. Athena appears next to Danica.

“Yeah, you’re definitely his-“ she starts, being cut off by Danica

“Athena!” Danica scolds, the AI ‘blinks’ and responds with a sigh.

“Sorry. But someone should help Fred” she says, and Danica looks over at Fred who continues to attempt evading John’s attacks, but is unsuccessful. John actually looks excited to be partaking in shenanigans for once as he chases Fred across the beach.

“Being ‘boring’ as you say is more fun than worrying about whether or not I have to pull rank just to EAT a burger!” Fred shouts, dodging another ketchup packet thrown at him. Catherine responds by throwing said burger directly into Fred’s mouth. Danica snickers as she gets up covered in sand and ketchup.

“At least you’re not covered in sand and ketchup!” She calls over, Fred spits out the burger and points to his shorts which are still caked with sand, ketchup, and ranch dressing.

“Wanna rephrase that?” He asks as Nerd and Dove appear on the scene and witness the mess with a heavy sigh.

“I said ‘and Ketchup’ didn’t you hear?” Danica says, Nerd then walks over in front of Fred and looks at the culprits.

“Give the poor man a break, John.... I honestly expected better....” Nerd says, John shrugs.

“I was the last man standing, and in my defense they started it.” He defends himself, not very convincingly.

“Nerd let him have some fun. The man never unwinds. If anything Fred should stop being a stick in the mud!” Danica calls over.

“I think Fred is going to need a large margarita by the time this is over” Cathrine snickers and pats Fred on the shoulder. Nerd motions to Fred, who is doing a very good part in playing the ‘innocent’ one.

“That is not the look of I'm having fun... that is a man who is aggravated.” Nerd says, shaking her head.

“I'm glad we got here late....” Dove trails off.

“You know what?” Danica says and picks up the bottle of thousand island and snipes Nerd with it, Nerd side steps it.

“Nu uh... I didn't come here for a food fight... Destiny!! Hurry up, you're gonna miss it!” Nerd says, Danica eyes her.

“Miss what?” Danica says suspiciously, now on her guard. Destiny, Fate and Divine Intervention make their way onto the beach.

"We're here for the sailing competition..." Destiny says, and now Danica has officially gone off the rails hitting anyone she can with packets of ketchup and condiments alike, Catherine grins and hides behind John. As Catherine spots the new additions to the group, her jaw drops as she dubiously scrutinizes the three higher beings.

“Who are they?” Cathrine asks, wondering if she can set them on fire. Nerd looks up at her, and senses her idea, taking out her pen, she warns Cathrine.

“Do not make me use this....” Nerd warns.

“Oh no, a pen, I’m so afraid.” Danica says sarcastically. “Come on, have fun!”

“Some friends of mine and John's.... and Nerd too if you want to be specific” Dove explains to Cathrine, then to Danica who is looking at Nerd’s pen, “that's the author's instrument... don't mess with it... don't all you writers have one?”

“We all have one but don’t always use it.” A feminine voice calls from a distance. Catherine is very now intrigued by the idea of getting on a boat.

“You said sailing competition?” Catherine questions, and Danica immediately looks up.

“Hold up competition?” She asks and Nerd nods.

“Yeah, each year there's a competition where you can watch or be on a team of sailors on an old fashioned pirate boat... think Pirates of the Caribbean” she explains, Danica just stares confusingly at Nerd.

“What's Pirates of the Caribbean?” She asks.

“Add it to the movie list.” Dove comments.

“I get to be a pirate? I’ve always wanted to be a pirate!” Catherine says and gleefully claps her hands together.

“Well... uhh do-do you know how to sail???” Dove asks, almost fearfully.

“I don’t know, is it team based? I can sail.” Danica cuts in.

“Well I stole a boat once as a teen,” Catherine says thoughtfully, “so yeah I guess.”

“For some reason that doesn’t surprise me.” Danica says.

“What can I say, the life of an orphan” Catherine says and shrugs. Danica’s eyes grow distant as she flashes back to her past as she’s running from a covenant attack on her home and Chief telling her to run. Her tiny five year old legs trying to carry her away quickly- fast forward to her being brought to an orphanage and her making friends with a boy, to her getting adopted by Halsey.

“I know how you feel…” Danica says and shakes her head as she shutters at her past. Catherine bumps her hip playfully, recognizing the look in her eyes. Wolf jumps on Danica in her wolf form distracting her from her thoughts. Danica snaps out of her thoughts looking around with slightly shallower breaths, “Sorry, I’m in. I’m always down for some competition.” She gives a half smile. The rest of the evening is filled with laughs and as usual for the group, lots of chaos.

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