#it's called VIOLET skies so of course i had to make it extra purple

[allmightyscroll-swag]

CODE NAME: VIOLET SKIES AU POSTER DROP!

Would you believe me if I said I speedrun this in one day? Cause I did. That's the power of ninja turtle obsession right there.

Pov you're brothers been missing for 2-3 years and then suddenly your camera system picked him up doing crime with some clan themed after feet

[miss-nov]

Over-Emotional: Danny Phantom Oneshot.

Original idea by @amabsis on their post right here!!

[Originally written on a reblog of the prompt but it went all screwy and left an incomplete version so I made it it's own post and I've made a few grammar and spelling edits. Sorry for any confusion!!]

(This is the first thing I've ever written for the DP Phandom so I apologize if it's a little OOC)

⚠️(TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK AND GORE!!!!!)⚠️

  Danny drifted through the skies of Amity Park, following the streets which were slick with recent rain. The stars twinkled merrily above and the beams from the street lights seemed to buzz through the comforting, crisp air. Not a sound disrupted the mellow atmosphere and ghosts had appeared to leave tonight alone and retired to their lairs. A soothing night such as this would have been Danny's favorite; it would have been a much needed break from his overly stressful life.

  Yet Danny couldn't shake off the creeping apprehension even as he twisted in and out of alleyways back into the lit roads.

  His parents had been working tirelessly  on a project that they wouldn't tell him and Jazz about. Jack, their father, would always jump at the chance to describe what he was doing and couldn't keep his antics quiet for long. Maddie's, their mother, eyes would have brightened as she recounted the innovate idea she had conjured and the necessary calculations she could toy around with. These facts coupled with Jazz and Danny casually inquiring about their latest project would make them incredibly ecstatic.

  But whenever the two had asked about it, put off by the unusual quiet of the parents, had only been given an amused smile and an occasional wink.

  Tonight, before Danny's patrol and during dinner, Jazz had managed to weasel some information out of them. Though, it left more questions than answers.

  "So, you guys have been in the lab a lot recently," Jazz said conversationally. "Working on some new ghost stuff? It seems important if you're spending most of the day down there."

  Maddie had given her a deliberate look like someone who'd finally decided to take a second cookie.

  "It's our greatest invention yet," she said lowly and excitedly. "I think your dad and I have found the solution to our little ghost problem."

  The siblings gulped and tried to suppress their shudders.

  "It's not going to hurt them is it? Phantom and the other ghosts." Jazz's voice was even and didn't show a hint of a tone shift.

  "Surprisingly, no. No harm will be dealt to them. It's not like they can feel anyway. That's exactly the problem," Jack chimed excitedly before going back to his ectoplasm contaminated lasagna.

  "Besides, we wouldn't want to hurt the object of our daughter's affection.  We all know about your crush on Phantom," Maddie teased but then added with a small frown. "Though it's not healthy to have a crush on ghosts at all."

 Jazz gave an aggressive gagging noise and Danny was torn between hysterical laughter and a gag of his own. Dinner resumed as normal —well, as normal as you could get being a Fenton— and Danny took note of the fact his parents had refused to say anymore.

  Danny was busy going over and dissecting the conversation and lax in his attention to his surroundings by the inactivity that he didn't notice the two shadow-cloaked figures tailing him. The taller one with a broader build was holding an intimidating gun, that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sci-fi movie, on his back.

  Maybe I should head back, Danny thought to himself. I have so much homework due and a test tomorrow. A pop quiz in calculus and a lab in science. I have to meet Nathan at my study hall period and at lunch. Liz needs my help…

  On and on the list went as Danny subtlety started flying home. Just thinking of things that needed done was making him more anxious and tired.

  "Phantom, we'll have you now," Jack cried, his voice echoing in the hollow streets.

  Danny turned around, slightly aggravated when he was struck by a violet beam and plummeted, crashing to the sidewalk.

  "Jack! I told you to wait," Maddie chastised as they walked over to Danny who had barely sat up.

  His head swam and Maddie and Jack looked like the reflections of a carnival fun house mirror. Though his vision corrected itself quickly.

  "I think you might have given him a concussion. But that doesn't make sense, ghosts don't have brains," Maddie said, slightly confused. She reached out to gingerly place her fingertips on Danny's temple and he flinched.

  "Don't touch me!!" Danny had yelled louder then he meant to and his voice came out with an extra echo; like he had been about to use his ghostly wail. The three stilled before Danny began crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on Jack and Maddie at all times.

  "I don't wanna hurt you," Danny whimpered and tears sprang to eyes like a line of men ready to battle. Why the hell was he crying!? He didn't cry easy, at least not of late, and he'd been in these situations and worse without crying so why was he breaking down now??

  Maddie looked at him with wide eyes and her hand, which had still been suspended in shock, dropped to her belt and Danny panicked.

  "Don't hurt me!" Danny tried to pick himself up to fly, to get the hell out of dodge but when he went to stand his vision and black an —god why were his veins burning with adrenaline???

  Danny's chest was caving, that was the only explanation as his ribs seized and threatened to crush his lungs. His heart had left its place and sprinted from the back of his throat down to right beneath his collarbone before starting all over again. Has his hands always been this sweaty??? Tremors wracked through his limbs —he couldn't deal with this now!! He needed to finish his Hamlet essay, and review his history notes, and hadn't Liz asked him to buy popsicle sticks for their art project??? That's what he had forgotten!! He can't think of this now!! Maddie and Jack could easily catch him now —but oh, God was he screwed when —if— when he went to school the next day.

  "Phantom, you're having a panic attack," Maddie said calmly.

  "No, shit there, Sherlock." Danny bit his bottom lip to prevent another scathing comment from escaping. Usually he had better control of his mouth believe it or not. He put his head between his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on, well, nothing. He felt tears slip from his eyes and barely stopped himself from screaming.

  "You know what a panic attack is?" Jack titled his head as he scanned over his shaking form.

  "Jack did you put the settings up too high while we were following him?"

  "Of course not! I was very careful not to bounce anything out of place. You've Done the math, four times, it should be perfectly calibrated." Jack twisted the purple and silver metallic gun in his hands, giving it a thorough look over.

  "What the fuck are you two talking about!!" The scientists' head whipped back to see Danny's eyes glowing a tad brighter than before and his mouth transfixed into a snarl. Maddie slid a careful hand to her holster.

  "Our newest invention. Ghosts, well most of them, are just whispers of feelings that people once had. They can't actually feel and so they do bad things or... or they mimic human behaviors really well to make it seem like they do, like they're human." Maddie's voice trailed off at the end as if seeing if he would explode.

  Danny felt that normally he would have but he started to hyperventilate. How was he going to reverse it??? Was there even a way to do so or did they not include a reverse button by mistake (on purpose?) like they had mistakenly put the 'on' button inside the portal??

  "We're going to take you to the lab. Check your... concussion and to stabilize your mood. Run a few tests..."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh—

   They would strap him down and cut and lay his chest open like a butterfly steak and their hungry eyes would roam over him and their hands would devour him by pulling at his nerve endings and removing his organs and Danny would scream until his voice was hoarse and then some like a helpless lamb. Would he bleed blood or ectoplasm when they drained him? Would they take turns as he bleed out?? Or would they flow out together like some sort of demented, holiday dinner?? Or—

  "Phantom! You need to calm down." Maddie was at his side (when had she gotten there?) and was squeezing his hand. Danny briefly noted her eyes were filled with worry as her goggles hung at her neck. "Just breathe with me okay, please."

  "Breathe with her, buddy" Jack, who sat on the other side of Danny, whispered as he gently rubbed circles on the boy's lower back. "It's gonna be okay. We aren't going to hurt you."

  Danny wanted to say a smart aleck remark about them not having the same sentiment five minutes ago but instead focused on his breathing. He faced his head skyward and tried to count the stars. Nothing but him and the stars, no home— just the stars.

  Danny was reminded of the time he went stargazing with the rest of his family. A rare occasion as Maddie and Jack seemed to always be working. They had smiled so big at him as he pointed out constellations, awestruck. Jazz had nodded along as she listened attentively with a smile of her own. The night hadn't been more clear in months and more stars then usually were out. The picnic blanket they laid on was soft and him and Jazz had rested in between their parents and God they had been so happy then—

  Danny let out an involuntary sob. The melancholy seemed to come from the depths of his chest but at least it seemed to push out the panic.

  "Phantom," Maddie asked as she huddled closer to him. Phantom, not Danny. It hadn't really bothered him before; they didn't know it was him so why would they call him by his name?

  But it still made him cry harder. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to so, so bad.

  Jazz had urged him to tell them. But Danny had always been afraid. Scared that they wouldn't want him anymore.

  Now the sadness had overwhelmed the fear and the panic. He felt so isolated even when his parents were next to him, right there, trying to coax him into being calm. He had to tell them. He had to do it now because he wouldn't be this impulsive again.

  He felt the white rings gloss over him and heard Jack yell out "Phantom". When it was over he heard them gasp.

  "D-Danny," Maddie choked out.

   "I'm so sorry," Danny said through his tears. He chanted it over and over again as his parents reassured him that he had nothing to be sorry for and that they should apologize.

  The three sat there for quite some time, huddled close and crying together.

  Soon they would head home and take care of Danny's quickly healing concussion and reverse the effects of the gun. They would ask questions tomorrow after school but, for now, they tucked him into bed, something they hadn't done since he was eleven, and gave him their good night kisses on his temple before creeping to their room unaware of Jazz watching them from her bedroom door. She would text Sam and Tucker an explanation and ask them to give Danny the answers to the homework in the morning. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.

  The streets were barely slick with rain anymore. The stars twinkled merrily and the street lights buzzed. The crisp, cool air was calm and mellow. The night soothing and the Fentons were a family once again.

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 6

So, who’s ready for chapter 6? We get to see all of temp heroes. (Brielle, Alicia and Bellamy belong to @soap-lady and her lovely fic “Fashion Upgrade” go give her some love).

Anyways, onto the fic.

You’ll notice minor edits, such as Kim’s hero name. He went through a very minor edit after I discovered the Vietnamese zodiac.

Renarde Véloce looked at Alicia, her Miraculous, a yellow circle with the Leo star sign, hung against her chest, before nodding. “Say Mullo get squeaky to activate the Miraculous. When you’re ready to detransform, without your timer being up, say piailler.”

Alicia nodded and smiled, bouncing on the pads of her feet and shaking out her hands. “Mullo, get squeaky.” Alicia was consumed in a sardine gray light and when it disappeared  she was no longer Alicia.

Standing in her place was a hero in her own right. Her hair was piled atop her head in a beehive, her hair was an ombre of violet to pale purple to gray. She wore a white long sleeve jumpsuit that was tight around the arm but loose fitting after it reached her waist. Over her jumpsuit she wore a green shawl with a thick white ribbon along the top edge that ended just before her waist. Her hands and feet were covered in a thin skin coloured material to give extra protection. She had a thin green headband a few inches away from her bangs and an even thinner ribbon wrapped around her waist three or four times. She had a pale yellow-green veil around the bottom of her face with a purple masquerade mask which had light purple details.

Renarde Véloce smiled and twirled her finger in a circle. “Turn around.”

She spun in a slow circle before finally facing Renarde Véloce. “What do you think?”

“Very good. What’s your name?”

“...Sournoise.” She responded before tapping her cheek and nodding. “Yeah. Sournoise.”

“Cool.” Renarde Véloce smiled and grabbed Sournoise’s hand. “Let’s go.”

---

Trâu looked over Bellamy, his Miraculous, a thick leather arm band, seemed to give off a puff of steam, before a tiny smile grew on his face. “You say Longg bring the storm to transform, clear skies to detransform before your timer runs out. Have at it.”

Bellamy smiled. “Longg, bring the storm.” He was consumed in a crimson light and when it disappeared, he was no longer Bellamy.

He had a large straw hat atop his head with a thin white veil around the brim. He had a red tank under a dark brown robe tied with rope around his chest and upper arms. The rope was tied with a smooth white stone in the shape of a club or a mushroom. He had three red claw-like marks on each shoulder and fanciful designs in the same red up his neck and across his face. He had black on his eyelids and his lips while his eyes were slitted like a dragon’s. His eyes glowed golden through his veil, an unimaginable heat radiated from his pupils.

Trâu nodded, stretching his arms over his head. “Punaise will want you to have a hero name. Have you thought about it?”

“Colchis, it’s a dragon from mythology. I figured, being a dragon and all, that I’d do a little bit of research.” He smiled and bounced on the balls of his feet, despite the fact that he wore geta.

“Cool.” Together, Trâu and Colchis went off to train.

---

Althaeban lazily watched Brielle fret over her Miraculous, a yellow and brown striped scrunchie around her wrist. “You transform by saying Pollen buzz on and detransform before your timer runs out by saying buzz off. The team and I wouldn’t have chosen you if we didn’t think you would be able to handle it.”

Brielle nodded. “Pollen buzz on.” She was consumed in a warm yellow light and when it disappeared she was no longer Brielle.

She wore a long-sleeved loose-fitting yellow jumpsuit with a red-orange sash wrapped around her waist. She had an orange shawl wrapped around her shoulders which covered her entire back. She had gauntlets on her forearms similar to Poulain Rouge’s but yellow with orange bands around her wrists. Her feet were clad in brown flats with light brown socks. She had a chunky red necklace around her neck with a bee on the pendant which hung against her chest. Her hair was pulled back into a ballerina bun with brown streaks throughout it. Her face was obscured by a brown mask which stretched from her cheekbones to her forehead with black hexagonal patterned eye lenses and three black dots between her eye lenses. Two of the brown streaks in her hair stood up as though they were antennae.

Althaeban flicked her eyes over her suit and nodded. “Cool. What’s your name? BugBoy’s gunna wanna know.”

“Bumble Bee.” She smiled and did a quick twirl. “Let’s go.”

---

Thana shouldered her bag, a soft brown faux leather computer bag, filled with her emergency supplies. She grabbed her suitcase, a black twenty-one inch hard shell modeled after Batman’s suit, and left her room. “Bye Sabine. Bye Tom.”

Thana left the bakery and smiled at Chloé’s limo, which would be taking her and her friends to the airport. She loaded her suitcase into the trunk, beside Chloé’s white twenty inch hard shell suitcase. She closed the trunk and slid into the back seat beside Chloé. “Who’re we getting next?”

“Our boys had a slumber party last night so we’ll get them first before we go to get the Pinkette and Adrikins.” Chloé smiled at her friend and tapped on the divider between the driver and the back. “To the Lê Chiến residence please.”

The girls sat in companionable silence in the backseat, their phones plugged in to finish charging.

Kim and Nino were waiting on the sidewalk outside of the building. Kim had a navy twenty inch hard shell suitcase while Nino had a green twenty inch hard shell suitcase. After Kim loaded the suitcases the two boys joined the girls, plugging in their phones as well.

“It is too early to have make up on Chlo.” Kim grumbled as he laid his head in the blonde’s lap.

“Why are you so awake Chlo?” Nino asked as he grew comfortable in Thana’s lap. “It’s like three in the morning.”

“You think all of this happens naturally?” Chloé scoffed goodnaturedly. “Agreste Manor please.”

The four friends rode in silence, the two boys slowly falling back to sleep.

Adrien opened the door as Alix loaded their suitcases into the trunk, his was identical to Nino’s but red while hers was bronze.

“Hey guys.” Adrien greeted.

“Everyone wrote the address for Chloé’s dad’s hotel as the return address on their luggage tag, right?” Alix asked as she slid into the car and laid her head in Adrien’s lap.

Chloé nodded. “If your luggage tag falls off we have back ups,” she gestured to the bag of neon orange circle tags with a picture of part of the earth on them, “but try to keep track of them.”

Chloé’s carry-on bag was a yellow tote bag, Kim’s was a red backpack, Nino’s was a blue backpack, Adrien’s was a green backpack, and Alix’s was just her gray and pink sports bag.

---

Thana smiled at the informational representative as she placed her suitcase on the scale. “M. Bourgeois has kindly offered to cover the checked luggage fee for not only his daughter but also for myself and our three friends while M. Agreste is paying for his son’s.”

The woman behind the desk nodded. “Of course.” She smiled and motioned Thana on. “Find your gate, and the rest of your party, and wait for the boarding call. Have a nice flight.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.” Thana went in search of the gate, grimacing as she found the rest of her class in the waiting area. She rolled her eyes and sat down in a chair a short jaunt away from the class, but close enough to overhear their conversation.

“-of course when I asked Bruce he just,” Lila snapped her fingers and smiled, “snapped and made it happen. He would do anything for me.”

“You see, that’s funny. Since I’m the one who wrote the essay and submitted the essay.” Adrien approached the group and smiled at Thana. “Hey Thana.”

“Adrien.” Thana waved. She went back to her Instagram feed, watching soap making videos and getting ideas for what to give her uncles and aunts for Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, and Ōmisoka.

Chloé, Kim, Nino and Alix joined the duo soon after. The six friends calmly waited for the boarding announcement for their flight, continuing to shoot down all of Lila’s lies about how she’s the one who got them the trip.

---

Thana took a deep breath of the polluted Gotham air, the slight hint of familiarity soothing her. A small smile took over her face, and she adjusted her red hoodie, pulling the hood over her hair, as she stood just outside of the airport with her suitcase next to her waiting for her friends to collect their luggage. She looked to the rooftops, hoping to see her brother but knowing if he was running with the Bat then they were probably back in their cave, before a tap on her shoulder made her turn to look at Kim.

Kim gave her a smile, a sad smile but a smile. “Looking for him?” Kim draped an arm across her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. “According to the email that Wayne sent Adrien, one of his sons will be guiding our tours while another one of his sons will be acting as a bodyguard.”

Thana nodded. “He’s got four sons, one’s our age and the other is younger. Best case scenario, Dick will be the guide and Jay-Jay the bodyguard. Worst case scenario, Tim will be the guide and Dick will be the bodyguard.” She shrugged and looked for their friends. “We should get on the bus before Lila and her court get the good seats in the back.”

---

Thana looked up at the building, her eyes filling with tears. “Kim. Kim, I can’t go in there. Before this was a hotel, before Wayne bought the building, I got shot at in there. I’ll give you my luggage, put it in Chlo’s room and I’ll just, I’ll just sneak in change before the morning headcount but I cannot sleep in there overnight.” Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, and it cracked with emotion, pulling a deep frown from not only Kim but also Chloé.

“Of course Fragolina. We’ll cover for you.” Chloé grabbed Thana’s hand, giving it an affection squeeze, before helping their friends form a wall to allow Thana to slip away from the group and fade into the crowd rushing past them.

-*-*-*

Jason paced his apartment, trying to decide if he actually wanted to do this favour for Bruce before remembering the possibility that his sister could be amongst their ranks. He sighed and shook his head, he’d just do what Bruce asked him to do.

He turned away from his windows, unlocked with the curtains open to give his siblings easy access to his apartment if they need to crash while they’re out, to walk into his kitchen. He set to work making a lunch for Damian, reminding himself to toss in a couple extra snacks because Damian was going to be out with Ed and John for the day tomorrow. He wrote a little note for Damian in Arabic and tucked it inside the lunch bag before putting the bag in the fridge. Jason had some business to attend to, some Red Hood business, that he couldn’t bring Damian on so he’d asked Ed and John to take him because all of his siblings were going to be busy tomorrow.

---

Jason in his full Red Hood gear, stood in the alley across the street from the dumb building Bruce bought. He’d renamed it, of course, to the Wayne Enterprises’ Kaya Hotel but that didn’t take away the memories he had. Bruce had only cared because he knew Jason had gotten shot at in there, he hadn’t cared that it was the nth time that jackass had shot at kids nor did he care about all of the other kids who’d gotten shot in there, namely Thana.

Jason tightened his grip on the can of spray paint and waited until more people had cleared out of the way. He double checked that no one was going to see him as he sprinted across the street to the side of the building. He grit his teeth and he surveyed the side of the building, he needed to make it big enough to memorialize all of the people but small enough that Batman wouldn’t know he was the one who did it.

He pulled the top off of the can of spray paint, a metallic silver, and began throwing up the rough shape of several bullets, one bullet for every kid who was ever shot at in the building, while keeping an ear out for the sound of one of his look outs letting him know someone was approaching.

He smiled as his vision was coming to life, the silver bullets getting a black outline before he numbered them in a matte fire red. One of his look outs, a twelve year old girl named Taylor, alerted him to the incoming presence of the authorities. Taylor’s siblings, Jesse and Morgan, who were located closer to his position because they weren’t quite as loud, let him know when they were closer.

Jason collected his supplies, remembering to grab the spray paint caps, before he ran off. He’d come by later to cover the bullets in a waterproof sealant to protect it from the weather. He smiled as he scaled the side of a building, going back to the rendezvous point to wait for the trio of siblings.

He tucked the cans of spray paint into his bag, waiting a short five minutes before the three siblings appeared. He smiled and tossed them a wad of cash, the exact amount unknown. “Payment for standing around and keeping an eye out for pigs.”

Taylor smiled at him and nodded. “Thanks.”

---

Jason sat in the coffee shop again, a cup of black coffee in front of him as he waited for Harvey. There was a second cup of black coffee waiting for Harvey, accompanied by a blueberry scone. Jason tapped his fingers against the table, his nerves getting the best of him.

Harvey walked into the coffee shop, his eyes landing on Jason’s black and white hair before he made his way over. Harvey sat down in the chair opposite Jason with a small smile. “Mr. Todd, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you knew any really good private investigators. It just, there are some sketchy circumstances surrounding my sister’s relocation and I wanna look into them.” Jason batted the handle to his cup between his hands before looking up at the other man. “If you don’t know anyone personally, do you know anyone who would?”

“I might know a guy, and Cobblepott might know a guy.” Harvey sipped at his coffee. “Selina probably knows a few.”

Jason nodded. “Okay. Thanks. Do you have his card?” Jason looked at Harvey, his green tinted blue eyes boring into Harvey’s blue orbs.

Harvey passed over a business card and smiled. “Give him a call after you talk to Selina and Cobblepott.”

“Thanks Harvey.”

Jason took a minute to finish his coffee and shoot a text to Ed, who was more likely to have his phone on him than John.

Jason frowned at his phone and sighed. He shook out his shoulders and walked up to the counter. He smiled at the barista and waited for her to finish doing her task. “Hi. Can I get a venti caramel brulée crème frap to go for Selina?”

“I’ll get right on that.” The barista smiled as she started Selina’s frap.

Jason smiled and slipped a twenty into the tip jar before swiping his card to pay for the coffees he had ordered. He graciously accepted the frap from the barista and smiled at her. “Thank you so much. Have a nice day.”

---

Jason slowly jogged to Selina’s apartment. He had a few hours to chat with the woman, who for all intents and purposes was his mother, before he had to go talk to Oswald. He caught the door as a resident left the building with a smile directed at the resident, who just scoffed at him.

Jason climbed the stairs and when he stopped outside of Selina’s door.

“-come on Lina! Come out with Red and me! We’ll have fun.” Harley’s voice sounded from within the apartment.

“Selina! Come on. We never have fun like we used to.” Pam’s voice sounded from close to Harley’s.

“Girls.” Selina’s voice washed over Jason, she had always been his favourite of the women his sister claimed as aunts, letting her have the other two. “Do you two want to be in Arkham when Thana comes home?”

Jason knocked on the door, which caused all three women inside to freeze. Jason gave a tentative call of “Mom?”

Selina seemed to stumble over herself to rush to the door. She flung it open, not hard enough for it to bounce off of the wall but rather forcefully. “Oh kitten.” Selina wrapped Jason in her arms, before pulling back to look at his face. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mom, I called you. I um, I brought you coffee.” Jason held out the cup to Selina and watched as Harley and Pam peaked around the corner.

“Oh kitten, thank you.” Selina accepted the cup and took an appreciative sip. “What’s up catnip?”

“Harvey said you might know some guys, some PIs. There was some sketchy circumstances surrounding Thana’s departure from the city and I wanna look into it.” Jason looked at the floor. “B’s making me act as the class’s bodyguard while they’re in town and I, I just need to know if he had anything to do with her being removed from the city. After I leave here I’m gunna go talk to Oswald, see if he can give a couple names. I figure, the more guys searching, the better the information will be.”

Selina looked at the boy who was practically her son and felt dignified rage well up in her being. Rage at her on-again off-again boyfriend and his stupid morals. “I swear, if he had anything to do with getting Hatter’s girl outta Gotham, I will break up with him for real.” She took a breath before glancing over her shoulder at the other Sirens. “You two need to make sure you’re not in Arkham. Stop Jerome from whatever plots he’s got so he isn’t in Arkham when she gets here.”

Pamela nodded while Harley glowered at the floor. “We got that.” Pamela pulled Harley out of the open window.

“Mom, you’re friends are so extra.” Jason smiled.

---

Jason waved at Selina, who was waving at him from the window in her apartment, as he walked to the Iceberg Lounge. He had a lot of things he still had to do.

Jason walked into the lounge, waving to the bouncer posted at the door as he passed, and started looking for Oswald, Pere or Gale. He passed by several people he recognized, giving only a nod in recognition.

Jason spotted either Pere or Gale, he never could tell them apart, and started making his way over towards her. “Hey. Can you direct me to Cobblepot?”

She nodded, the grey moon on her forehead the only clue of who she was, before incling her head to indicate that Jason should follow her. She walked back to Oswald’s office and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Oswald’s voice burst from the room.

Jason followed either Pere or Gale into the office, where she bowed and ducked out of the office.

“Hey Oswald.” Jason greeted while he sat down in the chair across the desk from Oswald. “Harvey said you may have-” Jason was cut off by his phone ringing, prompting him to hold up a single finger as he pulled out his phone. He sighed and answered the call. “John? I’m kinda-”

“Do not. Jason, we have a situation. The Bat is out and about.” John cut him off. “Ed and Itty Bitty are in a restaurant.”

“I’ll shoot Mom a text. She’ll take care of him.” Jason sighed. “Keep me updated.” Jason hung up the phone and shot a text to Selina. She shot him back a text letting him know the Sirens were covering it. He looked back to Oswald and smiled. “As I was saying. Harvey said you may have a couple PIs in your pocket.”

“Of course. In regards to Hatter’s girl.” Oswald nodded and pulled open a desk drawer. He rifled through the documents within for a moment before pulling out several business cards. “Any of these guys, they owe me a favour.”

---

Jason sat on the couch in his apartment. All of the business cards were laid out on his coffee table, Tim, Steph, and Cass sat on the opposite side of the coffee table while Damian was asleep on Jason’s lap. “Everyone pick two or three?”

Tim shrugged while Cass nodded. All four of them grabbed a few cards before the other three shoved them at Jason.

“Okay. Everyone grab a drink and a last snack. Then it’s time to go to bed.” Jason grinned, he piled the chosen cards close to the corner of the table and pulled Damian to his chest. He stood up and carried him to bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Jason went around the apartment to clean up a little before stopping in the two other rooms to press kisses to his siblings foreheads. He knew that everyone would be fine as long as they stuck together.

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[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.25

GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.

Summary: Rose goes dress shopping with her mother and Charlie. While shopping, she also meets a new friend.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​

When Rose woke up in the morning, she found it odd that Willy wasn't in bed with her. She frowned at that. However, she did find a note on her bedside table. She grabbed it and read it.

Morning starshine

I had some things that needed to be done today, so I got up extra early to do them. The reason for this is because I want to take you somewhere special tonight. I love you, and I'll see you tonight! Oh, and make sure you wear something extra special!

Rose smiled. She couldn't wait for tonight. Willy always had the most special and unforgettable things planned for her, so she couldn't wait to see what he would do tonight. For now though, Rose decided that she would go join her family for breakfast.

******

Rose opened the door to the Bucket house to find them preparing for breakfast. "Morning Buckets!" She greeted everyone.

"Hello, Rose!" Everyone else greeted back.

The house smelled of pancakes, bacon, eggs and freshly squeezed orange juice. "I came to join you all for breakfast" She sat in her usual spot, between Grandma Josephine and Grandma Georgina.

"Absolutely dear" Mrs Bucket said with a smile. "We always have a place set for you, and for Willy" Once all the food was on the table, everyone helped themselves and began eating. "Rose, I was thinking. There's extra money saved up. How about you and me go dress shopping?"

"Really mum?" Rose asked. She's never been dress shopping with her mum before, since they could never afford to go, but now they could. And it was a perfect opportunity, since Willy wanted her to wear something extra special. What's more special than a brand new dress? "I'd like that. Thank you"

"Can I come too?" Charlie asked. He missed spending time with his sister.

"Of course, Charlie" Rose nodded. "As long as you don't mind watching me try on dresses"

"Where is Willy this morning, Rose?" Mr Bucket asked.

"He had things he needed to get done this morning. Then for this evening, he said he's taking me somewhere special tonight" Rose explained.

Mrs Bucket smirked. "Well, it's a good thing we're going dress shopping then"

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Grandpa Joe wondered.

Rose shook her head. "No idea, but I have a feeling that it's somewhere outside the factory" But Rose knew that it wasn't the location the made her time with Willy special. It was the fact that she was just with him. Of course, there was a reason tonight was going to be special, and the other Buckets knew.

Willy was planning to propose tonight.

******

Rose, Charlie, and Mrs Bucket took the glass elevator to a well known dress shop in town. The minute she stepped inside, everyone had stopped to stare at Rose. No one had quite seen a woman dress quite the way she had. After all, she had a thick black fur coat draped over her, black goggles on her face, purple gloves, a top hat and walked around with a candy-cane cane.

"Everyone is staring at you" Charlie whispered to Rose.

Rose smiled. "Let them, Charlie. I'm quite proud of the person I've become"

Mrs Bucket smiled as she pat Rose on the shoulder. "I am too, dear"

A girl with fiery red hair approached the three Buckets. "Excuse me, miss?" The woman called to Rose in particular. Rose looked at the woman. "I must say you have the best sense of style that I've ever seen. I wish more people would be more extraordinary like you"

Rose grinned at the woman. "Thank you..." She noticed the red head wearing a name tag. Rose leaned over to read it. "Lucy. If you think I'm stylish, you should see my boyfriend"

Lucy giggled. She wished there were more customers like this woman. Everyone that comes into the store is always so stuck up and judgemental. But this woman, she seemed whimsical and full of wonder.

"Normally, I wouldn't offer what I'm about to offer" Lucy started. "But I actually design some of my own dresses, but my boss always calls them too "nonsensical" to let me display them. I think they might be to your liking though, Miss..."

"Rose Wo...." She caught herself. She had to remind herself that her and Willy weren't married yet, so she technically didn't have his name yet. "I mean, Bucket. Rose Bucket" Rose shook Lucy's hand. "This is my younger brother, Charlie, and this lovely woman is our mother"

"Pleasure to meet all of you" Lucy smiled at them. "Would you like to see my dresses?"

"I would absolutely love to, Lucy"

******

Lucy brought Rose, Charlie, and Mrs Bucket to a private dressing room in the back. It also doubled as Lucy's design studio. "Please have a seat, and excuse the mess" She said. Charlie and Mrs Bucket both sat on the couch. Lucy stood in front of Rose. "Can I take your coat, hat, gloves, cane and goggles for you?"

Rose nodded and handed each item off to Lucy. She made sure to handle each item with care. When it came to Rose removing her goggles, Lucy gasped "Wow. You have very lovely eyes!"

"Oh, thank you" Rose said. "But they're just plain old brown"

"Brown?" Lucy quirked her head to the side. "They're not brown. They're violet"

Rose's eyebrows raised. "Violet?" She turned around and looked in the mirror. Lucy was right. Her eyes had somehow turned violet. Like Willy's eyes. "Oh my marshmallows..."

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows and turned to face Charlie and Mrs Bucket. "Is she always like this?" She asked them.

"Not until recently" Mrs Bucket explained. "Then she met and fell in love with Willy. She's been dressing and acting the same way as him"

"As in Willy Wonka?" Lucy asked. She wondered why Rose almost said the name. "Oh, he's absolutely amazing! You're a very lucky girl, Rose. How did you two meet?"

"Charlie actually found one of the golden tickets" Rose said, smiling over at her brother.

"I had to bring a chaperone with me, so I brought Rose" Charlie further explained. "Rose and Mr Wonka fell in love during the tour"

An inhuman noise escaped Lucy's mouth as she squealed. "Oh, that's so cute!"

"Willy is taking me out for a special date tonight and he wants me to wear a special dress. Can you help me out, Lucy?" Rose said.

"Of course!" Lucy replied, clapping her hands together. She eyed Rose up and down. "Hmm. I think I know the perfect dress for you" With that, Lucy momentarily left to go find a dress.

"She seems really nice" Charlie commented.

"Doesn't she?" Mrs Bucket agreed with a nod. She looked around the room and noticed all the papers with designs on them sticking on the wall. "Look at all her designs. You can tell she's really passionate about fashion"

Rose was also looking around at Lucy's designs. One in particular caught her attention. "Oh, look at his one!" She carefully took the picture of the wall and got a closer look at it. 

It was a dress with white puffy sleeves, like fluffy white clouds in the sky. The top of the dress was a darker grey colour with raindrop shapes on it. The skirt of the dress was short and puffy, and bright blue with a rainbow coloured sash wrapped around the length of the skirt. "It reminds me of a rainy day, but then as you go down the dress, the skies get clearer and then a beautiful rainbow appears in the sky"

"I'm glad someone understands what I was going for" Lucy said when she came back into the room. She had a long white bag with her, no doubt containing a dress in it. "I showed that design to Judy, my boss, but she called it too childish and said I need to keep my head out of the clouds" Lucy frowned and looked down at the ground. "Said I need to stop dreaming"

"Nonsense, Lucy!" Rose said. She grabbed her by the shoulders. Lucy raised her head to look at Rose. "Do you think if Willy Wonka stopped dreaming, that he'd be the amazing chocolatier he is today? Do you think that if Charlie stopped dreaming, he'd ever have found that golden ticket? If Mrs Mason had stopped dreaming, would her pies still be as magical?"

Lucy smiled, and Rose continued. "The point is Lucy, the most successful people got to where they are because they never stopped dreaming. Dreams are what give this world hope. I bet you, one day, you'll open a dress shop of your own and every young girl and woman will be lining up at the door just to wear a Lucy original"

"Thank you, Rose" Lucy said. "You're very kind. Mr Wonka is a very lucky man" She winked and then held up the bag. "The dress is in here. You can change just behind the curtain" Lucy handed the dress of to Rose. Rose then went behind the curtain to change.

Rose gasped when she actually saw the dress. It was a long, burgundy, off the shoulder dress. The skirt reached down to the ground and a slit came halfway up the dress. Rose petals decorated the top of the dress, just above the bust and the top part of the sleeves. There were also rose petals lined on the hem of the dress.

Rose put the dress on and stepped out to show everyone. Mrs Bucket gasped, putting her hands over her mouth, Charlie smiled and his eyes sparkled with admiration, and Lucy eyed her over with a proud smile on her face.

"You look real beautiful in that, Rose" Lucy complimented her. She stood behind the girl, placing her hands on her shoulders and moved her in front of the full-body mirror. "Like something out of a storybook"

"Lucy, this dress is beautiful. And are these real rose petals?" Rose asked.

"Yep" Lucy confirmed. "I preserved them so they'll never wilt. You can preserve anything to use for a dress if you really wanted to. And I'm the best at it"

"Lucy, I think this dress will be perfect!" Rose beamed. "For whatever Willy has planned tonight. I'm sure he'll love this dress as well"

Mrs Bucket and Charlie smiled at each other. If only Rose knew. Mrs Bucket then proceeded to pull the money out of her pocket. "How much for the dress, Lucy?" She asked.

"Mrs Bucket, consider this dress a gift for your beautiful daughter" Lucy said.

Mrs Bucket was taken back with the woman's kindness. "Are you sure, dear?"

"Absolutely. I've been looking for someone to take that dress home for a long time. And I'm just glad it's going home with someone who dreams as big as I do"

******

Lucy walked everyone back outside. Mrs Bucket offered to carry the dress home, which was now off of Rose and safely kept in the bag. "It was nice meeting you all" Lucy said to the Buckets. "I hope you come by my shop again"

"You can count on that, Lucy" Rose said. "And remember what I said, don't ever quit dreaming"

Lucy smiled and then hugged Rose. She then looked down at Charlie. "Very lucky boy you are, Charlie. Having a sister like Rose"

"I am" Charlie said, glancing at Rose. Charlie couldn't see it under the goggles, but he knew she winked at him.

"But she's also lucky having a brother like you" Lucy added. She held out her hand for Charlie to shake. He happily shook it. "And you know, I've got a younger sister around your age. I think the two of you would get along wonderfully, if you'd ever like to meet her"

Charlie's grin widened. "That'd be great"

"Thanks again, Lucy" Mrs Bucket said. "You've been very wonderful to us"

"It's very rare meeting people like you. People with pure kindness in their hearts. So, I have to thank you for that, Mrs Bucket" Lucy then began looking around. "How are you all going to get home? I don't see a car anywhere"

"Oh, we've got something much better than a car!" Rose said. She began walking to the glass elevator. "You see, we've got something called a great glass elevator and it can--" Rose wasn't paying attention and she wound up walking into the closed doors of the elevator, and she fell to the ground.

Lucy let out a worried gasp. "Are you alright, Rose?"

Rose gathered herself and stood up. "Now I feel bad for anytime I might have laughed at Willy for doing that..."

[glacizata]

Rosalie’s Bubble Fight Tounament: Intro

This piece is a for fun writing project.  I haven’t been writing much but I decided that I might as well share this.  It involves characters from a bunch of different projects and since it’s more a piece for myself it might not make much sense to those who read it...

“Viola went a bit all out for this, huh.”  Today, something special was happening in everyone’s favorite mystic’s sanctuary.  Rosalie and Viola were hosting a special tournament for a sport Rosalie thought up called bubble fighting and a whole bunch of us were invited.  She never told us what bubble fighting is, but knowing that this is coming from the mind of a bubblegum witch, I can easily imagine.  

With my best friend Ce behind me, I opened the door into Viola’s paradise, a colourful field full of pastel trees that grew candy on its branches and pure turquoise lakes that hold the beauty that you would usually only see in a postcard.  Today though, the whole place was decorated for Rosalie’s tourney, with party banners going from tree to tree, balloons with strings reaching into the high skies, and 16 flags lined up on the field where Rosalie was set up.  My flag was lilac with a black and white maid headband in the center, a bit too on the nose for the Dreamscape’s top maid, but I’m not going to complain.

“Viola’s a bit eccentric, but it does help bring up the spirit.”  Ce peeked from the door that went from Viola’s candy store to the field of this paradise… Ah, mystic magic, it makes my head hurt sometimes.  “You think they’ll bring your flag down if you lose?”  

“Maybe, can’t wait to see just our two flags flying in the wind, huh Ce?”  I slid downhill, hoping to get to Rosalie’s little stand with some style, although I started to flail about trying not to eat dirt in front of everyone.

“My, you’re confident today Violet.”  Ce’s voice trailed off as I reached the bottom of the hill.  She took her time getting to the bottom before joining me in front of Rosalie and her stand, which was painted with pictures of a rainbow of bubblegum bubbles, which was probably Viola’s idea.

Rosalie tapped the table of her little stand with her fingertips, looking into the distance.  Next to her was Viola, who was spending her time blowing an overwhelming blue bubble.  

“We’re here!”  I called out to the magical duo fighting their boredom.  Rosalie glanced toward us and perked up at the sight of Ce’s presence.

“Hey Violet.  Hello Ce.”  She gave Ce a wave and a smile; the blush on her face holding the highest amount of subtlety.  “It’s good to see you two here.  You two ready for the tournament?”

“As much as we can be…”  Ce scratched the back of her head.  “You didn’t really give us much to figure out what bubble fighting even is?”

“Mmph!”  Viola’s bubble popped, covering both herself and the corner of the stand in a blue mess.  “It’s an idea the two of us came up with!”

“Please try not to cover the sign up table in gum Viola.”  Rosalie let out a sigh.

“Sorry… Anyways, after watching Rosalie fly about with her bubbles for long enough, I thought we could make up a game where two people fly around and try to pop each other’s bubble’s til there’s only one left flying!”  She scraped the gum off her face and went back to chewing.  

“That’s a simple version.  Each person gets 3 bubbleloons, a pair of heeled boots and a pair of special gloves.”  Rosalie turned around, and headed over to a large purple chest in the back of the stand.  After a few seconds of rifling around in it, she pulled out two pairs of boots and gloves, one a black set and the other a white set.  “Here you two go, I made sure they’re your style.  The white gloves and boots are for our favorite maid and the silky black gloves go to the graceful Catherine.”  She handed us the boots and gloves, leaving mine on the counter as she tried to place Ce’s gloves in her hands.  

“I already have gloves through?”  I flashed Rosalie my gloved hand.

“Yeah, but these ones have magical affinities encoded in them.  Viola, blow another bubble.”  Rosalie put on her own pair of black gloves while Viola went to work on another blue bubble.  “The left hand is encoded with the gust affinity and the right hand has the taste affinity encoded in.”

“Are we supposed to eat the gloves?”  I asked, taking a sniff of the right handed glove, which ended up smelling like silk and nothing special.

“No, the gloves aren’t for eating.”  Rosalie started to laugh but stopped herself to continue the tutorial.  “The left glove is used to move around.  Just flick your wrist in the direction you want and…”  She moved her wrist upwards, making a puff of wind under Viola’s bubble that made it bob up and down.  Viola’s eyes widened until it stopped moving, where she blew a breath of relief.  “You’ll give yourself and your bubbleloons a windy boost.”  Rosalie glanced at Viola’s bubble, which was growing quite big.  “The right glove has the taste affinity in it reacts with the magic in the bubbleloons, like so…”  Rosalie winded her right hand back and slashed at Viola’s bubble with her finger tips, causing it to pop all over her again.

“Hey!”  Viola stared down Rosalie, although all she got out of it was ignored.

“Your right glove is going to be your main way of popping your opponent’s bubbleloons aside from the heel of your boots.  They only burst the bubbles, so don’t worry about it hurting your opponent more than a slap normally would.”

“Try not to slap your opponent though…”

“Yeah, Naoki will have to give you a yellow card for that.”  Rosalie pointed to Naoki, who was flying over the arena with the help of her hot air balloon dress.  

“Oh, so there are more rules.” Ce said while putting on her own gloves.

“Yeah but it’s simple stuff.  Viola wrote them down on the sign that she hung on the side.  Have a look.”  Ce and I walked to the side of the stand, which had a large chalkboard hung on it.  The rules were written in a rainbow of colours, surrounded by doodles that Viola had too much fun with.

Aim for the bubbleloons and not the person.  Don’t attack your opponent directly! -Yellow

Don’t attack the ref (lovely Miss Naoki)! -Red

Don’t pop my (it’s me, Viola) bubbleloons!  I’m the announcer!  -Red

Don’t fly outside the arena lake and cushion, we don’t want you to be hurt. -Yellow

No using magic, or any other kinds of abilities unless you both agreed to!  -Red

No special equipment besides the gloves and boots unless it was also agreed to! -Red

Play nice, don’t be a brat! -Yellow and I’ll be disappointed in you...

Have fun!

Yellow card- Warning, three yellows become a red.

Red card - Naoki will pop your bubbleloons and disqualify you.  She may be nice, but she’s the ref!

We headed back to the front, armed with the knowledge of what not to do.  Viola was busy getting gum off the stand and her hair, while Rosalie waved us over.

“All read up?”

“Yeah, I think the rules are pretty easy to understand.  How about you Violet?”  Ce glanced at me.

“It’s basically don’t beat people up and don’t cheat, I feel like I can follow that.”

“That’s good.”  Rosalie held her hand out to Viola, who gave her two pouches.  She handed me a lilac pouch, and Ce a black and red pouch.  “These have your bubbleloons, they’re in the shape of little tablets.”  She pulled a pink, squishy tablet from her own pouch.

“Don’t chew them though”  Viola leaned over the table and pointed at a weird machine of swirling pipes and tubes in the distance.  “We have a machine that will blow them up for you with the right amount of air and no spit.”  Not being covered in your own slobber sounds like a plus to me.

“This sounds like it’s going to be fun.  Did you two figure out the brackets yet?”  I was feeling curious about my first opponent, for all I know, I might have to knock my best friend out of the sky.

“Not everyone came here yet, so we’re waiting.  It’ll be ready in about half an hour though.”  Rosalie pointed outward, to what looked like the arena.  “If you guys want to practice, then go for it.  Just don’t pop all your bubbleloons, we only have so many extras.”

“Besides that, have fun!”  

“We will!”  Ce didn’t seem to have the enthusiasm that I did, but that smile on her face made her seem happy enough.  

The two of us made our way to the arena, which was a round lake with a giant, blue inflatable cushion in the middle which covered most of the lake.  Two pillars, one a pastel orange and one a powder blue, were on either side of the arena with a large platform on top of each pillar.

Our first stop was the bubbleloon inflator.  The machine looked like someone smashed  three french horns, a bike pump and tuba together before giving it to Viola so she can add her own little charm.  It was a mess of colourful tubes that ended in three different slots to place the bubbleloon tablets, each slot kind of far from each other, with a big pump in the middle.  In front of us, Crimi was using the machine, placing blood red tablets in the slots.  She pulled up the pump’s plunger before pushing it down with force and backing up, right into Ce.

“Oh, sorry!”  Crimi stepped to the side.  “Are you two going to participating?”

“Of course, this is gonna fun and kinda interesting.  Never thought I would be flying around with balloons for sport, but I guess this is what having magical friends get you.”  Ce said.

Crimi’s bubbleloons grew as the tube monstrocity blew more air into them.  They had a barely translucent crimson look to them, that worked with Crimi style of cute, frilly gothic dress and blood red hair.  The pipe coming from the top of the machine let out the noise of sad tuba, which I guess means it’s done.  Crimi pulled her bubbleloons from the machine, each with their own little black string that tied up their end that made me really question how this machine works… I should just leave it at Viola sanctuary magic though.  She tied them around her waist, smiling at the bubble trio bobbing above her head that started to tug her upwards.

“I’m going to practice now, I don’t want to be flying around blind.  See you two on the battlefi...bubblefield.”  With a laugh and a swoosh of her left hand, Crimi was blown into the air.

“We should probably do the same.”  Ce said looking at everyone flying about over the arena.  “Makes me kind of regret not going with Rosalie all those times she asked to fly with her.”  She toyed with her ponytail a bit before taking out three of her own bubbleloons that she put into the machine.  With a push of the pump, they started to inflate.  Ce’s bubbleloons looked different from everyone elses.  While everyone else had a single colour for theirs, Ce’s had a near crimson colour with a black pattern that pretended to be lace over the top, fit with little hearts in the lacy pattern.

“Rosalie isn’t even being close to subtle huh.”  I tried to stifle my laughs, but with all that blush on her face, I could tell Ce could notice.

“She just knows my style well, alright… Just blow up your bubbleloons so we can get started.”  Ce grabbed and tied her bubbleloons around herself before flying to the air with a face full of blush.

While teasing Ce is fun, it was time for me to touch the sky.  I put in my bubbleloons, pumped them up to their full pale lilac glory, and then I flicked my hand up to bring me above the lake with the others.  A gale pushed me and by bubbleloons upward.  I should have expected this, but I was still caught off guard.  Flailing about though wasn’t a good idea as every time I jerked my left hand, I was blown another direction.

“Violet!  Relax your hand!”  I put my arms to my side and tried to stay still… which ended up working in the end.  There I floated in midair, bobbing up and down as my heart slowed.  While I regained my composure, Ami flew on next to me, dark purple bubbleloons that matched her long hair above her.  “Are you alright.  I’m guessing this is your first time?”

“Yeah… Have you done this before?”

“Peri has dragged me to fly with these on several occasios, but this is the first time I’ve used the gloves or done any of this bubble fighting.”

“Oh… Uh”  I was about to put my hand to my face, but I paused to make sure I didn’t push myself off to who knows where.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Peri did the same thing.  Also as a tip, the gloves only work with sudden movements.”  Ami slowly waved with her left hand.  That’s good to hear, last thing I want is an itch or something to be my doom.

“Thank you Ami.”  

“My, it’s no problem.  Try to have fun now, I have to find Peri before everything starts.”  She flew off towards the others flying about, leaving me with my bubbleloons.

If flapping my arms like a fool is what’s gonna cause me to end up in a turquoise bath, then I should practice controlling my movements then.  I spend my time flicking in all directions, trying to ignore the urge to flail that comes with being tossed through the skies.  After getting used to it though, it felt kind of nice.  The boost from the wind gave my heart a little rush and slowing to the gentle float of the bubbleloons gave the whole deal a bit of grace.  It was also nice to take a look at the bubbleloons themselves and how their skin shines a bright lilac in the sunlight; It’s gonna be a bit of a shame if any of them pop.

Soon, I just started to float there to relax my nerves.  Well, until…

“Everyone come to the field, Everyone!  The tournament is now starting!”  Naoki called out over the arena, causing everyone to float down back to the stand.  I joined them, meeting up with Ce who had found Naomi while flying through the sky.  

“Heya Violet!”  When Naomi saw me drifting to the ground below, she flew up to grab me in a mid-air hug.  

“Aw, you two are so cute!”  Viola’s voice rang through the crowd with her glitter-covered microphone in hand.  “Oh sorry!  I forgot this thing was on…”  Everyone was staring at us with their own expression, most happy like Tia and Luna, but some just looked bored, like Lynn.  The two of us reached the ground, slightly embarrassed having our affection announced, but eh.

“Anyways, is everyone ready to start the first ever, Sweet Paradise bubble fight tournament!”  We joined in on the cheer, anticipation filling up the field as much as our bubbleloons did.  She slid out of the way of the large chalkboard behind her.  “Here’s the tournament bracket for all our wonderful participants!”  With a snap of her finger, white dust surround the chalkboard, only for a gust of wind to blow it away to reveal who was against who.  “And our first two contestants are… The balloon loving artist of the skies, Gem and The book of emotion’s chosen, Ribbon!  Head up to a podium for the start of your match.”

While everyone else was getting ready and focusing on the first match, I look at the bracket to see who I’ll be against.  My match looks to be next, against Peri.  Great… I’ll either have to lose or make Ami vengeful, at least she’s on the other side of the bracket.  Maybe we’ll meet in the finals. Naomi looks to be going against Crimi and Ce versus Rosalynn.  Ce’s also on the other side of the bracket, so less chance of ruining that friendship.

“Do you two feel confident?”  Ce glanced between me and Naomi, her face holding some anxiety.

“Yeah, I feel pretty ready to burst some of these girl’s bubbles.”  I was more excited than I thought I would be, fighting high in the sky probably does that people.

“I’m sure I can take down anyone, even Violet.”  Naomi shot me a smirk.

“Hey!”  The three of us had a laugh that ended up interrupted by Viola’s tapping on the microphone.  Everything was ready for the first match.  Gem and Ribbon stood on top of their own pillar, a lake across from each other with Naoki around the middle.  Viola floated in the air between the contestants with the help of five pastel blue bubbleloons.  Her adorable, frilly dress that matched her bubbleloons mixed with her brown pigtails that flopped all over made her look like a magical girl idol.  That’s not too far off from the truth though for Viola.

[aelinfireheartarcheron]

I love you

Part 9

This is very long overdue and I am so very sorry that it has taken me over a month to get this written. To everyone who kept asking me about it, there was just a lot going on and I have’t had a lot of time to write and I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to make sure you guys don’t wait more than a week for the next part!

Also, I am always accepting requests for fics. I’m working on three others which is another reason why this took so long to crank out. And I also love feedback on my writing so don’t be shy. 

But yeah… part 9. I’ve got some big stuff for part 10 so get ready. ;)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8.

Word Count: 4,344

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A warm fire crackled with life mere inches from my freezing toes.

I was perched on the coffee table in the living room of Rhysand’s house—my boyfriend’s house.

God, that was still weird to say. Rhysand is my boyfriend. He had officially asked me over two months ago but it felt like it was only yesterday.

We were cuddled up on the couch in my apartment just after thanksgiving. The credits to the movie we had just finished were rolling across the screen. Rhys was on his side and I was on my back, nestled neatly against his chest.

The scent of jasmine and citrus and the sea was stuffed into my nose with him so close, and his warmth was making me drowsy.

A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I felt his fingers brush my cheeks. His muttered “Feyre” made me open my eyes halfway to look at him.

“Hmmm,” I murmured sleepily to him.

He stroked my cheek gently, trying to coax me out of my disoriented state, all it did was lull me to sleep some more.

“Feyre, I— you know I really like you—“

“Mhmm.” My hand felt its way up his chest and hooked around the back of his neck. My fingers had woven their way into his silken hair.

“And we’ve been going out for a few weeks,” he paused and I had felt the weight of his eyes on my face.

“Feyre are you awake?”

My eyes fluttered open to meet two pools of violet staring intently at me.

“Feyre I—would you, I mean,” he huffed a frustrated sigh. “What I’m trying to ask—ugh. Feyre… will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” The words tumbled out of lips and fell upon me like a warm blanket.

I gazed at him for what felt like an eternity, my brain taking its time to process what he had asked. Rhysand, this amazing person who I had come to know asked me to be his girlfriend.

Rhysand asked me to be his girlfriend!

My heart leapt in my chest; I must have been gaping at him for a while because he just stared at me, disappointment growing in his eyes with my silence.

“If you need more time—”

His words were cut off as I yanked him down and crushed his lips with my own. I felt him release a deep breath as our mouths molded against one another.

When he finally broke away he smiled down at me. “Is that a yes?”

“That is most defiantly a yes.”

I smile at the memory of Rhys stumbling across his words.

He was off in the shower, trying to thaw out his frozen bones from our sledding expedition.

“You’re always welcome to join me,” he had offered with a wink. I know he was joking when he asked me but I knew he also wasn’t. Of course we have done more than just kiss since we’ve ‘officially’ started dating but we have yet to go all the way. Once I had told him about Tamlin and what he did he had backed off on most sexual approaches unless I initiated them.

In other words, I had yet to see him fully naked and my stupid fantasies were starting to get to me. Sometimes I would wake up with the image of him imprinted behind my eyelids. Everything from him laying across a settee with nothing but a sheet draped over his hips or his muscular back with glorious, membranous wings protruding from his shoulders as he gazed back at me with a wicked smirk…

I am so fully consumed by my thoughts of him that I didn’t even know notice him stride into the room until I felt a muscled arm slide around me. Rhysand lifts me into his lap as he sits on the floor before the fire, he nuzzles into the crook of my shoulder. His damp hair tickles my cheek.

“I missed you in the shower, Feyre darling,” he murmurs.

He was in gray joggers and a white shirt. His hands slip under the sweater that I’m wearing and rest against my hips, making a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Thankfully I had brought extra clothes to change into since the one’s I had worn sledding were soaked through. Fleece-lined leggings and one of Rhys’s knit sweaters—with the assistance of my fuzzy socks—were enough to revive my frozen limbs. That and the blazing fire.

My arms slide around Rhysand’s neck, burying my nose into his hair. God, he always smelled so good after he showered. I can only think of one other time when he smells this good and it’s after him and Cassian and Azriel were done working out and his muskier male scent came out and mingled with his normal aroma.

“When do you think Azriel and Mor will show up?” I ponder. I feel the tip of his nose graze the column of my throat and a shiver runs down the length of my spine. The necklace he got me for Christmas was dangling around my neck, the slim chain pushed away by his movements. It was a beautiful gift—a small, lovely, black diamond surrounded by diamond flecks and set in white gold. It completely out shined the gift I made him, a painting of the night sky, until he admitted that Tarquin—one of Rhy’s friends—Cassian and Azriel helped him pick it out.

I bite my lip and he pulls away to look at me. The fire reflecting in his eyes made my knees weak. The flames dancing against the violet backdrop was so vibrant it would forever be ingrained into my memory.  

“Soon hopefully, I’m dying for a slice of pizza.” He says. I watch as his eyebrows raise in amusement when he catches me staring. “A thought for a thought?”

I make a show of dramatically rolling my eyes at him. “I’m thinking about how I want to paint your eyes right now. The fire is reflecting in them and since yellow is the compliment of violet, it’s making your eyes look very bright right now, especially since your hair is so dark,” I say and run my hands through it. Since it’s still wet my hands glide through it with barley any effort, the locks like silk. I watch his eyelids flutter at the contact. “Your turn,” I mutter the words as I lean forward and press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Rhysand flashes his perfectly white teeth at me. “I’m thinking about how happy you make me, even if you are terribly stubborn at times—” he was probably referring to earlier when the boys had gotten into a snowball fight and one nailed me in the face. I wouldn’t accept his apology for a good two hours and was hell bent on ignoring him for the allotted amount of time “—but you still make me happier than I ever could have imagined. I’m also thinking about our trip to the cabin that’s coming up and how I’m glad I was able to call dibs on it before everyone else.” I feel his breath tickle my cheek as he speaks.

I keep forgetting that his family owns a cabin nestled into the Illyrian mountain range up North, and that Rhys had indeed called dibs on the location for the weekend before Valentine’s day. We are going to be alone in a house all to ourselves, with no one around for miles.

The thought made my blood heat. I could think of some very fun things we could do other than snow mobile and ski.

I hear the muffled noise of the garage opening but neither Rhys nor I make to move away from each other. Then comes the stomping of boots, probably to get the snow off, then the door and then, “get a room you two.” I hear Azriel’s playful voice filter in from the kitchen.

Since Rhys and I had started dating, Az had become more open to me. I finally learned why Mor was so in love with him; he really was a good guy. His static features slowly but surely started to melt away, and I know I have only just grazed the surface of the guy underneath all of that sulking, male bravado, to reveal the kindness and the humor beneath.

Rhys pulls away enough to flick him off. “Must I remind you that my room is right down the hall?”

“Then why are you all mushy out in the living room?”

Hearing Az and Rhys’s playful banter was rather amusing. My eyes keep flicking between Rhys and Az who is now leaning against the bar. “Oh don’t even go there, you and Mor are glued at the hip everywhere we go.”

“What about being glued at the hip?” Mor chimes into the conversation as she walks up next to Azriel. She holds a large pizza box in her mitten-covered hands, her hat still flecked with snow. When she gets to Az’s side, he wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her against him.

Rhy only raises his brow as if to say I told you so. I pull away from him, earning myself a sad groan from Rhysand as I pluck the box from Mor and head into the kitchen. “Oh nothing, you know how they get,” I tell her.

~~~

After we had finished the entire pizza Mor dragged me away to the bathroom to get ready for the “Summer in Winter” party that Tarquin had put together. Rhys and I had spent an entire day roaming through second-hand shops and party stores for the perfect Hawaiian and beach apparel  

Rhysand’s outfit wasn’t that bad. He had somehow managed to find a black Hawaiian shirt with purple and white flowers; I also coaxed him into getting a lei made of purple flowers. Mor is making me wear my bathing suit beneath the blue Hawaiian shirt I had found. It was patterned with palm trees and coconuts, and I had short jean shorts and flip flops. Cassian had the best outfit, or at least that was what he kept boasting to all of us, and I’m pretty sure Azriel wasn’t going to be participating in the event—unless Mor is making him, I can never tell what she is and isn’t going to make him do.

Getting ready with Mor or just even spending time with her was much needed. Even though we still have our apartment I feel like we never see each other; she’s working or I am working, or she is sleeping or I am sleeping, and more frequently she’s with Az or I am with Rhys. So any time I get to have with my best friend is greatly appreciated.

She dumped her ever-growing amount of makeup onto the counter and we crowded the vanity; we talked and giggled and applied blush and eyeliner and mascara.

It wasn’t long before we were slipping into our clothes. I was content with how my hair was so I sat on the edge of the bathtub while Mor ran her straightener through her long golden locks.

“So you two haven’t screwed yet,” her bluntness made me laugh.

“No not yet. He’s letting me choose when it happens.”

“Feyre, I love you, but you have to let me know when that is because I want you to look sexy as hell. And I need the proper amount of time to help you choose the right lingerie, trust me he’s into that.”

I laughed again. “I’m planning on doing it when we go up to the cabin for the meteor show next weekend,” I admit.

Mor’s perfectly shaped eyebrows raise in my direction. “You didn’t tell me this why? Are you going to warn him? Or at least hint at it? He needs to know so he can get everything situated on his part.”

I roll my eyes at her assortment of questions. “I was going to hint at it tonight. And I didn’t tell you because I haven’t had a moment alone with you since I decided it.”

“Fair enough, I think we both need to take a girl’s day before next weekend. You’re not the only one with big plans for that night,” she says with a wink.

~~~

Tarquin’s house was is one of those houses that are reasonably big but very homey. While it was done up with dark wooden floors and crisp walls of blues and browns, it was one of those houses that had a certain amount of wear to it.

After scuttling from the car and into the house, sprinting is more the word for it since it was snowing and I was in flip flops, I shook out my hair. Rhys, Mor, and Az were behind me in a minutes, all of us giving ourselves a second to warm up before stripping off our coats. Tarquin. Who was in a sea foam shirt, very similar to Rhys’, Bermuda shorts and a straw hat. He even had a line of sun screen across his nose.

“You guys made it!” He exclaims, the slight slur in his words hinted to the fact that he has been drinking. He hugs each of us in turn, “Drinks are in the kitchen, the party is… everywhere else.”

~~~

Cassian’s outfit, although I already knew he was prone to going all out for parties, beat out all the rest. Rhys and I had found our way to the kitchen only to see Cassian standing behind the counter acting as a stand-in bar tender. I swear my jaw hit the floor, behind us Azriel and Morrigan burst into laughter.

Cassian’s chest was bare, his tattoos completely visible, and a coconut bra was covering part of his pectorals. Since he was so tall you could see the flowered belt and grass skirt over the counter. He even had a crown of flowers and leaves resting over his long, inky hair.

Before he can notice us crowding the threshold I reach into my pocket and snap quite a few pictures of him, for blackmail and of course Nesta’s enjoyment.

He looks over as he pours a concoction into a plastic cup shaped like a coconut. “You guys made it!”

I look over to see Rhys with a hand clamped over his mouth. “Cassian, what the hell are you wearing?”

Cas steps out from behind the counter to give us a full view of his ensemble, which was complete with ankle cuffs made of leaves. He raises an eyebrow at Rhys seductively.

“Is this distracting you, Rhys?” He says and wiggles his hips. I can’t help but laugh. I stride across the kitchen and clasp him on the shoulder.

“Maybe not to him, but I can guarantee that Nesta would find this very attractive.”

Cassian’s laugh bellows in my ears as I glance at Rhys who was laughing as well. “Come on, I’ll fix you guys some drinks.”

~~~

Everything is swimming is a warm, hazy light. I can’t remember how many drinks Mor and I had shared but now my blood was thrumming in my veins and the whole world seemed to tilt in a funny little way. Mor and I were dancing around each other on what was designated as the dance floor. Music was pumping in from the speakers and Tarquin had even brought out his Party Rocker so colored lights flickered across the walls.

I had started to get hot so Mor had taken my shirt and helped me to tie it just above my naval; my dark blue bathing suit peeking out. It was nice to dance with Mor because she made me look like I knew what I was doing, I envy the fact that even in our disoriented state she is able to move gracefully.

I don’t know what happened to Rhys, I think he might still be in the kitchen with Cassian and Azriel. Wait no, out of the corner of my eye Az was making his way onto the floor, coming to steal away my dance partner.  I let out a deep sigh as she shimmies her way over to him. There goes that.

Pushing through the thrall of people I set out to find Rhys. A wave of cool air caresses my skin as I make it out of the mass of bodies all swaying and jumping to the music.

Through it all—the music, the heat, the sounds of laughter, and even my drunken haze—I heard my name.

“Feyre?”

My feet stopped in their tracks. Oh no.

No No No

I knew that voice, I spent months with that voice and now it still haunted me in my nightmares.

As I swivel around I find him standing right behind me.

His blond hair had grown shaggier, but his eyes were still the same even if they now held a glimmer of—what was that? Anger? Shame?

All of those drinks may have been a mistake. Especially now that I had to deal with him.

“Tamlin.”

~~~

I love Cassian like a brother but the only thing I hated about him is that when he was drunk, he will not shut up. He kept rambling on, mostly about Nesta, and it was honestly cute that he was so in love with her. She was good for him, able to keep him in line, just as he was good for her—he is the only person I know of besides Feyre and Elain that could calm her down.

I hope people think of Feyre and I like that. Speaking of Feyre I had no idea where she went. My eyes can the kitchen from where I was leaning against the counter.

“Do you know where Feyre and Mor went?” I blurt out. “Sorry, I haven’t seen her in a while. I really don’t want a repeat of what happened on Halloween.” Cass and Az alike had gotten an earful of what happened that night.

I watch as Cassian shrugs. “No but go check the dance floor, where else would Mor have dragged her?”

~~~

I don’t know what made my blood boil more: the fact that Tamlin was here and I didn’t know about it, or that Tamlin was here and he had corned Feyre like an animal in a cage.

After I scanned the dance floor and found Azriel and Mor together, I knew Feyre wasn’t with them. So I searched the room, until I found him, he had her back to a wall, literally, though he wasn’t touching her. I watch as he steps towards her. I watch as her eyes widen and just as he is about to reach for her, I watch as she reaches up and slaps him.

I smile to myself but only slightly until I see him raise his hand to her.

I’m not sure what happened after that.

All I saw was red and then I was standing over Tamlin with his arm twisted behind his back at an unnatural angle. Feyre was gaping at me from the corner of my eye. “If you ever raise a hand to my girlfriend ever again, I’ll do more than this,” I breathe, my grip on him tightens and I see the strain on his face and the spark of anger in his eyes.

And then I felt Feyre’s hand on my shoulder. And then I let the bastard go.

~~~

I have to say I have never seen Rhysand mad before—and maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fact that he taken on Tamlin—but mad Rhysand was fucking hot.

Now he was seething next to me, the car going a bit fast than I would like.

“Rhys, please slow down,” I say and squeeze his hand gently. The world was still a bit hazy.

“Please just, give me a second to cool down,” he grits out. After the little incident, Rhys and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the crowd of people that had gathered around. He led me out of the house and to his car—led is a loose word for me, he was walking so fast my drunken-self had to jog to keep up.

I nod once. “Okay,” I say softly. He looks over at me from the driver’s side and I see guilt flash in his eyes before he finally eased off the gas. The tension in his shoulders finally easing slightly.

I lean over the arm rest and kiss him on the cheek gently and then settle my temple against his shoulder as he drives. I squeeze his hand again as we sit in silence. The heat from the vents and the lull of the car is enough between us, it is actually kind of soothing. All the while I keep thinking about what happened.

Rhys had saved me. Tamlin was about to do the one thing I had been having nightmares about, the thing I feared—but I realize now that it’s not getting hit that I fear, it’s being powerless—I guess he had saved me from those too. Since we had started to share a bed it was like he protected me from the nightmares that leached into my sleep. I haven’t had one in weeks. But more importantly he saved me from getting hit and embarrassed in front of so many people.

He cared so much about me that he was willing to defend me even when I thought he wasn’t around. He has spent weeks showing me how much he cares about me. I don’t think I’ve been doing a good job doing the same. In that second I come to a very serious realization. I feel his hand give mine a little squeeze.

“I love you,” I whisper before the hum of the engine and the rolling of the alcohol in my stomach has me drifting off to sleep.

~~~

Warm blankets and the smell of citrus and the sea surround me. The smell of Rhysand.

My eyes crack open and I groan, the light hurt my eyes and sent a pain down the back of my head. I cover my eyes and crack them open again. I was in Rhysand’s room but I have no recollection of how I got there.

Slowly, I push myself up into a sitting position and glance around, the room was empty.

On the nightstand beside his very large bed was a glass of water and two advils. I reach for them gratefully; I’ve downed half the glass when Rhys pushes the door open.

He has a tray between his hands, and a delicious smell wafted into the room. “Good morning, Feyre, darling,” he says smoothly. “I’m glad you’re finally awake; you were sleeping like the dead.”

I glance at the clock, it was eleven in the morning, and then down at myself. I was wearing a deep blue tshirt. It was Rhys’s. He must’ve put it on me even though I can’t remember. I can feel that he left my bathing suit on under it. I smile inwardly at the fact that he was courteous enough to give me that privacy.

“Good morning,” I reply. “Did you…carry me in last night?”

My eyes follow Rhys as he sets the tray down on the nightstand—he’s now standing right over me, peering down at my face with a sparkle in his eyes before he leans down to press a small kiss to my lips. He made breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast and vanilla yogurt with fresh berries and granola and a big glass of orange juice. I immediately reach out for a piece of toast as he dips to sit beside me.

“I wasn’t about to leave you in the car,” he chimes. I take a bite from my toast and nod thankfully. “You were out cold.”

There was a slight pause as I reach for the orange juice and then “What do you remember? From last night?”

“I remember all of it.”

~~~

I love you I love you I love you

Her whispered words still sing in my ears like the words spoken from an angel.

After I carried her in I changed her into one of my shirts and let her sleep beside me. To be truthful I was up most of the night just watching her, holding her in my arms to make sure she was still besides me.

Feyre told me she loved me and now I know for sure it wasn’t just the alcohol that was running through her last night.

She looks at me a moment longer before she sets her glass down and crawls towards me until she is close enough for me to feel the heat radiate off of her lovely skin.

“I remember it all, and I meant what I said Rhysand. I love you.”

I search her those infinite pools of blue-gray, just like the ocean during a cloudy day, and then a small smiles tugs at my lips. I reach for her, pulling her into my lap. My lips press gently into hers and when I break away I bury my nose into her hair.

“And I love you, Feyre.”

~~~

We sit and hold each other for a long time, sharing kiss, running fingers through hair, and just feeling. Feeling each other’s warmth, feeling Rhys’s heart thunder beneath his skin and him feeling mine.

I sit up in his arms then, looking him directly in the eyes. I didn’t get to tell him about what I decided was going to happen next weekend—not with everything that happened with Tamlin.

“Rhysand, darling, I have a proposition for you. About next weekend.” This has his raising his brow at me. “Do you remember asking to do a model session with me? When we’re at the cabin, I might just take you up on that offer for a nude model session…but only if you’re the one painting me.”

[3golfteers-blog]

3 GolfTeers

Three fellas - we will call them AP, RS & DV.

If there is a common strand that unites them, then its Golf. They help each other, pull each other and never miss a chance when they get one.

The purpose of this blog is to capture some of the laughter that endured during the rounds and the event leading upto selecting the course for playing.

Monarch Bay - 10Jun2017

AP’s favorite course

DV not fond of this course. Rumor has it that AP has some stake in this course

It was a beautiful day and we started around 11am. Wind was gusting at 25 miles per hour. Felt like we are playing the British open

AP had his game face on with booming drives and had a spectacular birdie in the second hole

For some reason, RS has been enamored with the concept of FIR (fairways in regulation). He stood in the 17th tee - a par 3, 170 yards - and hit a shot that landed about 70 yards and asked us "Is that a FIR?". I replied "the only way thats going to be a FIR is that if AP and I ask you 'What the FIR was that?" RS was fuming that he thought AP and I were stingy in padding stats. Well, we are stingy brother

AP was the par man on this day. As a mark of respect, we sang "Par magale paar ..." - Great round. He also had a birdie on 11th

No wonder he likes this course and the course reciprocates.

SummitPointe - 15Jul2017

This is a badass course

Sloping fairways (especially the 4th) and crazy greens. However, 22 bucks for 18 holes. 3Golfteers say bring it on bitch

RS was riding high with all the practicing and coaching at Bridges. RS had the honors at the 1st tee and hit his customary out of bounds. Sorry RS - we forgot to tell you to imagine that the first shot has already been hit OB. Then, he laser one down the middle and long with his 3 wood. FIR accomplished with a grin ear-to-ear. Well deserved

AP and I were at the left side of the fairway by the bushes. We were visiting this place so often that we were thinking about petitioning the SummitPoint management to name it as APDV corner or something like that

2nd hole - a straight par5 from an elevated tee. RS booms one down the middle for another FIR. AP and I were conspiring silently about letting RS know that FIR is not as significant as GIR. He has 240 yards or so remaining and always pulls a 3 wood and mis-hits it into the woods on the right. Why? Why RS always thinks his 3 wood from a fairway lie can carry 240 yards when the carry from the driver off a tee's ball is 220 yards or so. Why RS why?

3rd hole - a short but challenging par3. RS goes long. Then, putts hard and smokes the ball past the hole by about 20 yards or so. Yet, he says i barely touched the ball. Well, touch is relative and if only the golf ball can talk it will tell the tale

4th hole - One of the worst holes in the course. Not even RS can find the fairway. Gentlemen: We should file a FIR with the cops that FIR cannot found in this hole. I dont recollect we have ever reached this green in regulation. Ever. Par is also eluding all of us all the time so far. I hope one day we get to find the FIR, GIR and Par in this hole.

5th hole - APs visits his customary right side by the green. If he visits there few more times, a malayalee may put up a tea stall there. He always ends up making par or bogey with a killer short game on this hole.

8th hole - The toughest hole in this course. Hands down. One has to draw the ball but not hit the houses for a chance at a par. For RS and me with our outside-in swing path, we always endup slicing this one and have a 200+ yards second shot. I am convinced that Bogey is par in this hole. To make matters worse, the green slopes severely from the center to the front of the green. Like Augusta names each hole, if we name this hole, it will be called as the Bitch

9.5th hole - after a mini break at the shop where RS and AP get their beers, their fun starts

12th hole - Second toughest hole in this course. We cannot find the fairway here as well. The only way to find the fairway is the hit a high draw and hope/pray it does not catch the slope. RS chips the ball and usually says "bite bite". Hmmm - the only way a bite could happen is if either AP or I decide to bite RS. But, we could not do that as we love hime. All made doubles here and surprisingly happy

18th hole - We have decided to name the hole as "What were you thinking". Why? Well, you will understand it by the end of this paragraph. With tail wind helping, all of us smoked the drive. Unfortunately, RS' drive had some extra roll and found the water but it is visible. RS decided to step in to the water and decided to have a swing at it. AP was all like "Dude - seriously?" RS - yeah why not. What else we expect from him. He is RS and thats what he does. AP was quick like a cat got his phone and took a picture and posted in FB. Laughter erupted with someone asking "What were you thinking?" and the consensus answer was he was not thinking. However, I get RS' angle. How many times we get these kind of opportunity to try these type of shots? Not many. What if he hits a miraculous shot? The number of what ifs were too many to pass these type of opportunity and many times it is just not about the score but the experience, courage, dare,... Well played RS. Well played. I bet - say we all meet after 20 years from now and reminisce about all the good times we have had in the Golf course, this water shot will be at the top. Thats what made is special and it would have been extra special if he managed to pull it off!!!

Shoreline - 19Aug2017

It is actually a Saturday and I would like to rename it as Birdie day.

We missed RS dearly on this day. This course is made for his style and would have made a pass at breaking 90

Going in, I had a modest goal of breaking 95

My round started miserably - those dreaded shanks were back. 10 over thru 5 holes

4th hole - Par-3, 130+ yards into the wind. There were lot of ducks - about 20 yards from our tee box. AP tees the ball and waggles the club. Swings and crushes the ball - except he catches it thin (almost blading it) and the ball directly hits a duck in the gut and we could hear the thud. All 3 of us could only squirm at this unfortunate incident. Luckily, the duck walked as though nothing happened. AP gets his first birdie of the day. The shot actually reminded me of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vgn1pjbYlw

5th hole - Par 4 and AP goes to the tee box and tees the ball. AJ and I joked that if all the ducks got the memo that AP is on the course and all ducks were requested to take cover and we are not liable for any injures that may occur

6th hole. Two spectacular shots left me with a 2 ft birdie and made it count

7th hole - Now, its AP's turn for his birdie. Two specatular shots and had less than 18inches for his birdie. Well, second birdie of the day

After 9 holes, AP was 10+, DV was 13+

Back 9 was much better. We had many looks at birdies and pars. Putting is what killing us and if we reduce about 3-4 putts in a round, and stop having loss in concentration, 85-90 is very doable.

The sunset was as gorgeous it gets. Blue-purple-violet skies and a bright orange ball was a treat to watch. It was a day of good golf and some bad golf and felt sad that the day came to an end

AP shot 92 and I had a 93. Mission accomplished