#un-break astronomy

[mae-dwrites]

Un-Break Astronomy - Inescapable

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Zoé hid behind her father, her small hands gripping his pant legs. She peaked up at the strange man speaking to her father.

She didn’t like it here, her father was always talking to someone and he didn't like leaving her alone so she was left to follow after him. Not that she didn't want to leave her father, she just…didn't want to be there.

Zoé hid behind her father when the man looked at her.

“She is a shy one,” the man said.

Zoé was quick to move her body behind her father’s leg and tug his pant leg over to hide. Her father’s large hand was quick to land on the top of her head; comforting; supporting her through her unease.

“Yes, well once she's comfortable she’ll talk your ear off,” her father's voice was that proud tone that always made her peak at whoever he was talking to and smile at them. The man smiled back but it didn't make Zoé feel better, she frowned and looked up at her father.

“Come over sometime Christopher, I’m sure she’ll get comfortable,” the man said.

Her father’s head moved the slightest bit and his eyes narrowed, Zoé remembers this look, her dad was mad. He didn't like showing those emotions here, she knew that and that's one of the reasons she didn't like coming to these. Her dad couldn't be there, just her strange father.

Though he wasn't the same strange as this man.

“I don’t believe I can anytime soon,” her dad’s voice was cool and low. His voice made her look at the man in front of them with suspicion. Her father’s hand was gentle against her face as he spoke, “When were we on a first-name basis?”

The man started to stumble on his words, it made the Lee’s frowns deepen. Her father hummed before turning to her, “How about we go find my friend, he said he’d be here.”

Zoé lit up, bringing herself up to her tip-toes, and pulled on her father’s pants to help her go higher. It was almost like she was trying to tell a secret, “Yes please.”

Christopher picked her up with a fast swing making his daughter squeal, he carried her around the gala. Zoé didn’t pay much attention to the people her father was talking to, she was searching for her father’s friend, he was tall and smiled alot. She didn’t care about him though, his son was far more fun to follow when he got away from his dad.

It was one of the few reasons she enjoyed going to these.

Zoé patted her father gently on the shoulder and quietly asked him to set her down. She had spotted the tall friend. Her father set her down, and Zoé stood there for a moment trying to look between people’s legs. Then she made her way across the room, most people didn’t notice her, and those who did simply ignored her.

That was another reason she didn’t like coming, she was usually ignored. The adults weren’t like her dad and his friends, they were more like her mother. Dismissive.

Zoé frowned and came to a stop. She was sure her dad’s friend was in this direction, so why hadn’t she found him? Zoé spun around, making her dress swish, trying to refind the man. She’ll…she’ll just go back to dad.

Zoé went back the way she thought she came from, but was once again confused when she didn’t find the man she was searching for. She pressed her lips together hard like her eyebrows, the movement she held made her cheeks pinch out.

“Dad,” Zoé’s voice was quiet. Some people spared her a glance before looking around for barely a second. Zoé made her way past people, trying to find either of the men. She gave a call for her father every-so-often, to no avil…

She really didn’t want to cry, these people wouldn’t do anything to help her, they’d just give her mean looks. Zoé could feel her tears start despite herself, she looked between the seas of legs before and spotted a table. She pushed and slipped between the adults around her till she reached her destination, and pulled the cloth up so she may sit on the other side.

Quiet hiccups came from her lips and she pulled her legs up. The last time she’d been separated from her father like this it hadn’t been fun. Zoé swallowed, her throat thick and her eyes wet. She didn’t know what to do, the thought played over and over as she kept her head buried in her arms.

She felt someone tap her and fell on her side as she scrambled to turn to the source. A boy with dark hair and blue eyes.

Her lip quivered and she gripped the daisy’s of her skirt.

The boy opened his mouth but she beat him to it with, “I’m sorry.” Then the little blond was trying to leave the table but he took a half step, well slide, in her way but she made it past him.

To run. Where? Who knew, because she slid on her butt and he fell on his face. She looked behind her as he let go of her dress and brought himself up rubbing his nose.

“Why would you do that?” she was baffled, it was rude and he surely must have known better!

Instead of answering he asked his own question, “Why are you crying?”

Zoé blinked in surprise then looked down at her skirt, playing with the flowers, “I lost my dad.”

When she looked up at him again they just stared at each other for a minute. The only sounds being the party beyond the cloth and Zoé’s sniffles.

“What does he look like?” the boy’s eyebrows were drawn down.

“Uhh, dark hair and he’s in a suit,” she described. The boy looked down at himself before looking at her with a frown, “That’s not me, I promise.”

Zoé stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile as she laughed. It was ridiculous, the thought was purely ludacris and brought her to a giggling fit. She shook her head in agreement, “You are not my father.”

The boy smiled back and stated, “I can help you find him.”

Zoé’s smile fell and looked at the table cloth, “There’s a lot of people out there.”

He offered his hand, “And I’ve seen enough of them to know who isn’t your dad.”

Zoé carefully took it and let him guild her out from under the table. She rubbed at her face, when she looked to the boy she saw him already scanning the faces of the men around them.

“What’s your name,” she asked, and also started looking at the adults around them trying to see her father in the gathering.

“Tim,” he smiled at her. “What’s yours?”

“Zoé,” she answered, not helping the smile on her face. She grabbed his hand and dragged him behind her, “My dad isn’t over here.”

Together they wondered about the party, Zoé looking for her father and denying whatever man Tim pointed to. Eventually Zoé spotted not her father but the boy she liked to follow. She pulled Tim with her as she shouted, “Dick!”

Neither of the children noticed the heads that whipped in her direction before spotting the boy she ran to. Dick turned around at hearing his name, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

“Oh Zoé you gave us a scare,” the teenager laughed as Zoé let go of Tim so she could hug the older boy. Tim hung back, staring at the two. Dick looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, “Who’s this you got with you?”

“Tim,” she replied with a bright smile. “He was helping me find Dad!”

“That so? Your dad got Bruce and I to help find you.”

“Really,” she asked still hugging Dick’s leg.

“Yeah, let’s get you back to him before he loses his head huh?” Dick asked to which Zoé nodded. Zoé turned to Tim and grabbed his hand, “Let’s go.”

Tim stumbled from the girl pulling him along but kept up. Their footsteps were small pats on the clean floor. It didn’t take long for Dick to lead them to Zoe’s father.

“Dad,” she exclaimed, rushing up to him, she’d let go of Tim’s hand in the excitement. The man turned around and picked her up with relief. Christphor kissed his daughter's head and murmured into her hair, “Don’t do that again sweetheart.”

Tim stood there watching. Not sure what he should do. He turned to leave but Zoé said his name.

“He tried to help me find you, but I saw Dick and he got us to you.” Zoé smiled before looking at Tim. The man directed his smile to the small boy, “Really? Well that’s very nice of him isn’t it?”

Zoé nodded at her father with a big smile and her irritated eyes.

Tim fidgaded with a button and Dick stood next to him with a meaningful grin, and held a hand up, “Good job kid.”

Tim stared at the hand wide eyed. He slowly put his hand on the teenages hand. Dick laughed and gave a quick high-five before talking to Christoppher. Dick left after getting a high-five from the little girl.

Which left Tim under the eyes of the man and his daughter.

The man kneeled down and set his daughter to her own feet as he asked, “So how about you? Let’s get you to your parents huh?”

”Okay,” Tim said quietly. The man held both their hands as they searched for Tim’s parents through the gala.

[its-maemain]

The thing about Red Wasp that absolutely drives me up the wall for Un-Break Astronomy, is how much of it is just the distance. In the nature of their lives, in their words, in the paths that's expect of them to the paths they have chosen. The paths that should've brought them closer sooner rather than later.

But no…every time Zoé plans to take a step closer she’s told no and pulled to a battle that's from her choices. Every time Tim thinks of closing that gap between them he thinks better of it…he couldn't do that to her or, in later years, she places a wall. It's subtle but he notices.

It’s years of orbiting, sitings from afar, and if their heart is in a little too much pain they’ll take that fleeting moment to talk.

I used to know you more than I knew myself now it’s like water spilling from my hands. What happened to the hours of talking and laughter? Where did my salvation in you go? You're out of reach and my feet seem to trip me up when I try to get to you. I used to be the first to know and now it's from reporters.

Now if only I can get this story written out fully 🥹

[amongemeraldclouds]

starry eyed

Tom Riddle never meant to feel affection. That warm, sickly feeling felt like indigestion and heartburn. An inconvenience. But Salazar, you had never been on a date. It was an injustice he needed to make right.

Tom Riddle x f!Reader | Based on this request | Fluff

✿ Masterlist | Event Masterlist | Tea Party | 1.9k words

It was just supposed to be another project. Tom Riddle expected you to just be another schoolmate who would let him do most of the work so he could have things exactly as he wanted. He never minded the work; enjoyed it, even. But he did mind having another student’s grimy fingers all over his carefully planned and skillfully executed projects. Just the thought of it made him want to cast crucio on whoever owned those grimy fingers.

Yet you managed to squeeze your way through his neatly arranged schedule. A row of clean lines and routines that made room for your squiggles and smiles. Literally. You had penciled yourself in his timetable “library with y/n for Astronomy project :)”. At least you had capitalized the A in Astronomy as all subjects should be.

That was how he first found himself walking towards you at the library. People respected him, was even intimidated by him. But you smiled up at him like you had been friends forever and he nearly doubted for a second if he was supposed to be there. He figured you were either naive, a lamb prancing into the lion’s den, or simply unbothered.

“Why did you invite me here?” He asked, placing his books across you in the library.

“Hi Tom,” you beamed, ignoring his question. “I’m doing great. Thanks. For a smart person, that sure is a silly question.”

He clenched his jaw and so you soldiered on. “We were paired together for the project so I thought we’d meet tonight to discuss. You may not be used to it Mr. Perfect, but I always help out with all my projects so like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“Fine,” he breathed out quickly. “Just try to keep up,” he said curtly as he opened his books to discuss.

“Maybe you’re the one who has to keep up with me,” you said, unfazed.

But he ignored you and launched straight into the project details and his plans. Your eyes widened and you grabbed your notebook and pen. Tom’s mouth twitched and you imagined it was his version of a smile. He really was going to make it difficult for you, but you were up for the challenge.

You may have also had a crush on him, but that definitely had nothing to do with the way your heart was pounding in your chest. School could also be intense and exciting. Ha.

By the third written sentence, you managed to catch up and gather all the details he had in mind for the project. You asked questions about the plan and Tom was surprised you mentioned a minor detail he had not previously considered. It irritated him, but you had also managed to earn his respect.

The discussion had been a lot more engaging than he thought. Though it probably didn’t say much considering his expectations had been so low, it had melted with the lava down the centre of the Earth.

You tapped on the table lightly. “Now that we’ve accomplished a lot, it’s time for snacks!”

Tom blinked, not sure if he heard you right. “What are we to do with snacks?”

You blinked back. “To eat. So we can take a break from all the studying?”

“I don’t do breaks. My focus levels are perfectly fine,” he stated.

“This is why you’re so grumpy all the time! You don’t eat snacks or take breaks,” you slapped a hand to your forehead.

“Ah yes you have cracked the mystery. You now know everything about me,” he replied sarcastically and you snorted. If you hadn’t felt so tired, you may have spent some energy being embarrassed for your un-lady like behaviour in front of your crush. But you had your priorities straight.

“Try these biscuits I baked and I promise you will know all about joy and the wonders of the universe,” you offered.

“So it’s spiked?”

You looked horrified. “I’ll have you know my baking is magical all on its own.”

“It’s bad enough that I have to work on this project with you. If I go on this break with you, will you leave me alone to complete this project?”

“Maybe,” you said, scooping up your belongings and rushing out the library before he could change his mind. You inwardly cheered when he followed you.

Tom didn’t take any of your words seriously, but when he bit into the biscuit, the buttery goodness that melted in his mouth made him feel like he was coming home to a place he never knew he belonged to. Not that he would ever tell you.

“What’s your favourite astrological event?” He asked as he savoured the biscuit.

“I love meteor showers, though I’ve never seen one before. Imagine seeing a cluster of stars raining down the sky,” you said, after a moment’s pause.

“Don’t have to imagine, I’ve seen it before,” he said unimpressed.

Your eyes widened in fascination. “What did you wish for?”

He looked affronted. “I don’t do wishes, I make things happen.”

You slapped your thigh and his eyes followed your movement, making you blush. “How could you not make a wish? It’s like having a magic lamp and using it as a teapot. Where’s the wonder and romance?”

“Magic is a science, it’s why we’re here,” he insisted.

“We’re here for biscuits,” you declared instead and shoved another into your mouth. He inwardly smiled. Sure, if anything were to be magical the way you saw it, he supposed it could be those heavenly biscuits. 

He was sure that was the last time he’d meet you outside of class. But the very next day, he found your squiggly handwriting on his timetable again. “Library with y/n for Astronomy project + snack break :)” He sighed, but he secretly looked forward to the buttery biscuits.

You made good progress on the project as the days passed. Tom continued to be surprised by your helpful contributions. Sure they were unconventional and your process was far too scattered for his liking, but you came up with creative ideas and were equally as committed as he was to the project.

Tom suggested extra research for some information he wanted to include and you managed to read all the chapters he wrote down. All for the love of education. You were certainly not a girl trying to impress your crush. Nope.

The snack breaks were also not as miserable as Tom thought they would be. You got to know each other better and there was something strangely fascinating about you. Then there were those life-changing biscuits.

He sometimes found himself craving those buttery goods during his long hours of studying. The problem was that he could not get them anywhere else except from you. It didn’t help that you were nearly done with your project and would soon have no reason to see each other. That diabolical woman, he thought.

Something else stayed with him. On one of your snack breaks, you finally built up the courage to ask Tom about his dating life. He managed to deflect and turn the question around to you, but you didn’t mind. Hopefully you sharing would one day help him open up to you.

“What was the last date you’ve been on?” He asked and you watched in slow motion when he licked the corner of his lip to catch a stray crumb. You had to dig your nails into your palm to stop yourself from squealing.

Then you thought hard about his question. “What qualifies as a date?” You asked cautiously.

“Someone who likes you takes you out, preferably somewhere you like, and you spend quality time together.”

“Well,” you turned it over in your head, “then I guess I’ve never been on a date before.” You quickly added, “I have had boyfriends before, we just did things they liked and anyway, it’s no big deal.”

It had been days, but he still seethed at the memory. He was not one for romance, but even he felt indignant that all that sunshine and sweetness was wasted on boys who didn’t know what they had. That evening, he added you to his timetable himself. He was going to set things right.

“Are you sure you’re not here to m*rder me and take full credit for our brilliant project?” You asked as you followed Tom Riddle deeper into the woods. You hugged your coat tightly as the evening chill swept around you. The crickets chirped and twigs snapped below your feet.

“Do you think I’d announce it if I was? Besides, there’s no one around so you’ll just have to trust me,” he replied.

“I thought we were becoming friends,” you remarked.

“Never assume things,” he said matter of fact.

You gripped your wand tightly and walked on. He was right. You followed a boy into the woods at night because you had a crush on him. You cursed inwardly and vowed to make better decisions in your next life.

We’re here!” he announced. There was a clearing ahead and before you could ask what it was, he pointed to the sky. “Should be about now,” he commented. The next moment, you watched as stars glittered and rained down the sky. It was a meteor shower. Your eyes brightened, reflecting the glowing lights that dove through the sky.

“You said you’ve never seen one before and it just so happens there’s one tonight and this is the perfect spot,” he explained before you could even ask. He then asked you to make a wish.

“Only if you make a wish with me,” you said, looping your arm around him. You figured it was the closest he’d allow a hug. Surprisingly, he stayed beside you, letting you lean into him.

“Isn’t it enough to just watch this with you? You like it, don’t you?”

The pieces clicked in your head. “You said and I quote ‘a date was when someone who likes you takes you out, preferably somewhere you like, and you spend quality time together.’ Mr. Tom Riddle, is this your way of telling me you like me? Is this,” you motioned at the stars and around you, “a date?”

“What did I tell you about assuming things?” He deflected and pointed at the stars again. “They won’t fall forever, you know. Are you going to use this magical lamp as your teapot?”

Perhaps it was the shooting stars or the cold evening air, or being alone with the boy you liked in the dark forest, that made you bold. 

“What if you’re the only one who can grant my wish?” You gave him your brightest smile and Tom could read all the words you’d never speak aloud in your eyes. He shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips and he brought them down to yours.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle and you wrapped your arms around him, letting your body melt against him. He pulled you in closer, his arms strong and confident as if you belonged to him. He placed tender kisses down your jaw, moving slowly to your neck, and as you gazed up, you watched the last of the stars fall down the sky. 

The cold bit down your skin as Tom stepped back and you immediately missed his warmth. “You like me!” You beamed.

“How are you so sure I’m not just after the biscuits?”

You wrapped your arms around him, enjoying the warmth again. “I’ll bake you all the biscuits you want. Doesn’t change the fact that you also like me, which works perfectly because I like you too. You’re never getting rid of me now.”

Tom returned the hug. Not that he wanted to get rid of you anyway.

✿ Masterlist | Event Masterlist | Tea Party

A/N: Tom secretly liking biscuits is so adorable. A subtle nod to our tea party!

[veritas-scribblings]

time - @black-brothers-microfic - words: 796

Sirius finds him on the roof. 

It’s a clear night. The stars are out. Regulus always gravitates towards them like a moth to a flame. When they were little, he would climb to the roof of Grimmauld Place and lay there on his back, searching the stars like it he could find some sort of solace up there.

Regulus loves heights. He loves the roof. He loves trees. He loves perching himself in open windows. It’s as though he simply likes being in places where others might struggle to enter, where he can be alone and away from people. 

“Are you some sort of masochist?”

Sirius creeps onto the sloped roof. The tiles are secure, though they feel wobbly beneath his feet. It occurs to him as he makes his way towards where Regulus lays that perhaps Regulus enjoys heights simply because Sirius doesn’t. Because he had always know that, growing up in the hellhole that was Grimmauld Place, Sirius would almost never make his way onto the roof by choice.

It’s not so much heights Sirius dislikes; he’ll fly if he has to. It’s more that he has an irrational…apprehension…of foundations giving way beneath his feet. Too many dreams of free falling in an abyss, being sucked into a metaphorical void, and then hitting the ground and being jolted awake.

Regulus doesn’t look up as Sirius approaches. 

“In love with your own misery…” Sirius sighs, carefully sitting down on the mossy tiles. He stares up at the twinkling sky if only to humour Regulus. 

Growing up under the thumb of Black, astronomy had been hammered into him from a young age. He could name every damned constellation and star in the sky from the age of five because, for some unfathomable reason, being able to find yourself in the sky was a point of pride for the Blacks. 

Regulus has always loved astronomy, but Regulus had always willingly drunk the pumpkin juice they’d had to force feed Sirius. 

“I mean, who would you be if you weren’t morose old Regulus,” Sirius continues, “all sullen and scowl-y, with airs of mystery about you and a chip on your shoulder…”

He knows that Regulus will get there. No matter the detours, the turnabouts, or the long-winding roads, Regulus always gets there. Eventually. He can’t be pushed. He’s a stubborn little mule that way. He needs to find his own way in his own time.

Sirius knows this; he knows it far too well.

It’s just that James has been wallowing in depression and self-pity for weeks now in a way that is just so very un-James-like of him. And Sirius can’t bear to see him this way.

“It’s none of your fucking business, Sirius.” When Regulus shoves his way to his feet, Sirius quickly sticks his legs out to block Regulus’s escape. 

“It’s everything my fucking business.”

Regulus scoffs. “Why? You worried I’m going to hurt your best friend? Break his heart? You here to tell me I’m lucky, that he’s too good for me and I should be grateful, that he deserves better?”

“You are lucky.” Sirius stares up at Regulus. He’d stand—he’s taller and looming over Regulus has always been a point of pride for him—but there’s moss on the roof tiles and Sirius is sure he’ll lose his footing and fall to his death before he can get the last word in. “And you should be grateful…but no, I’m not here to say that. I’m here to tell you not to ruin your life...and James’s life…because you’re a coward with a kink for suffering.”

Sirius lays down on his back. The more surface area, he figures, and the more he spreads his weight, the less of chance he is to fall though the roof…or off the roof…

“Look,” he says, “I don’t get it either. But you work. Both of you. For whatever unknown reason, you work. You’re a grouchy, mean little demon who needs to be cheered up, and his freakish sunny, honourable optimism needs to be taken down a peg or two. And you make each other happy, and you’re both sickeningly in love with each other. So just say yes and marry the stupid idiot already.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. Standing over Sirius, swimming in moonlight and starlight, he seems frozen to the spot unable to process what Sirius just said.

“He’s trying to ask you to marry him, you moron,” Sirius continues, “So stop ignoring him, stop pushing him away because you’re in love with your own unhappiness. He’s going to ask. You’re going to act surprised and romanced and say yes, and you’ll marry the idiot because I can’t stand his sulking, and he’ll officially be family. It’s perfect.”

[ruruumin]

un-empolyees!

(name); english major, 20

formerly a linguistic major, swapped to the english department after their break up with alhaitham. attended mondstadt academy alongside aether.

heart on their sleeve, she has a history of smothering her partners with love. she has a type for someone who is intellectual and poetic. previous partners include: albedo and mona.

aether; astronomy major, 20

he chose to be an astronomy major because his father dainsleif used to stargaze with him as a child. joked about (name)'s favorite star being the altair star, the brightest star of aquila, an eagle.

travels quite a bit with his sister. hops from partner to partner, relationships never quite last because he always ends up moving. he has a new crush often.

nilou; dance major, 21

always loved dancing as a child, one of the top choices for the theater department on campus. kind and gentle soul. she works part time as a barista.

she is the group's voice of reason, albeit unaware that her jokes might be taken literally. she has never dated anyone before and does not show any romantic interests.

collei; biology major/ecology minor, 20

tighnari's research assistant, adores traveling to different gardens and taking photographs. has a large collection of dried plants in a scrapbook.

she is deaf and uses asl to communicate. met (name) when she volunteered to be a translator and note taker for her. they both share a love for food and frequently stay up late to study together.

[usagirln120]

Kagami Tsurugi: Hogwarts AU

Kagami Tsurugi is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 20th of November 1978 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1990, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

She is the daughter of a famous duelist and was taught duelling from the moment she was old enough to have a wand but, despite the fact that her mother was blind, she never became as good as a duelist as her mother was.

She was put into an arranged marriage with Adrien Agreste at a young age and while she took that with pride, Adrien was never really in love with her and merely became her boyfriend in their fifth year since he didn't want to disappoint his father.

She didn't spend much time with others while in school but Adrien since she spent most of her time in the duelling club but she did eventually become close friends with Adrien's friends.

She eventually became a member of Makarov's Army and got more friends during that time but about a year later, this organisation un-intentionally caused her and Adrien to break up despite ironically getting them together in the first place.

She was heartbroken by this since she genuinely thought that she and Adrien were made for each other but she did eventually start to get over the break up thanks to Marinette who also ended up being her first genuine friend except for Adrien.

While her mother wanted her to became a Death Eater during the Second Wizarding War since she genuinely thought that they would win, she refused and cut off all contact with her mother to join the Order of the Phoenix.

She eventually returned to Hogwarts to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts where she helped with the defeat of Hawk Moth together with her friends and eventually made up with her mother after she apologized.

She then became an auror for the ministry and a professional duellist before she got married to Adrien's cousin Felix who she had one daughter and two sons together with.

She has a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

Her Patronus is a Chinese Fireball Dragon.

Her favorite subjects were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms.

Her least favorite subjects were Astronomy and Herbology.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Inescapable

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bDW9qgB by Mae_DWrites Zoé Lee fiddled with the fake flowers on her dress, she didn't like these parties…but this time she liked it. She found herself a friend. - How Zoé and Tim meet in this AU. Words: 1618, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 22 of Maribat <33, Part 1 of Un-Break Astronomy, Part 12 of Rarepairs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Zoé Lee (Miraculous Ladybug), Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Tim Drake's Parents (mentioned) Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU) & Zoé Lee (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: gala - Freeform, Fluff, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Flower: Daisies, Crying, just for a moment tho read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bDW9qgB

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Never Turn Your Back on the Ocean Day

Nylon Stockings Day

Over the Rainbow Day

Peace Officers Memorial Day

Persian Language Day (Iran)

Relive Your Past By Listening to the First Music You Ever Bought, No Matter What It Was!, No Excuses Now Day

Republic Day (Lithuania)

Rhododendron Festival (Mentone, Alabama)

San Isidro Day (Mexico, Spain)

Spring Astronomy Day

Straw Hat Day

Teachers' Day (Colombia, Mexico, South Korea)

U.S. Agriculture Day

VBF Day of Awareness (a.k.a. Vascular Birthmark Foundation Day of Awareness)

World Aeronautical Informational Services (AIS) Day

World Climate Change Day

World Facilities Management Day

World Orthodontic Health Day

World Product Day

World Thrombectomy Day

World Vasculitis Day

Xenogender Visibility Day

Ziua Europei (Moldova)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

Hefe Day (Portland, Oregon)

National Bread Pudding Day

National Day of Pisco (Chile)

National Pizza Party Day

National Slider Day

Nature Celebrations

Bring Flowers to Someone Day

Dinosaur Day (UK)

Forget-Me-Not Day (True Love; Korean Birth Flowers)

International Kangaroo Care Awareness Day

Shrub Day (French Republic)

Tree Day (India)

Welsh Poppy Day (Papaver Cambricum)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Flag Day (Macedonia)

Gamerland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Las Vegas, Nevada (Founded; 1905)

Paraguay (Independence Day, Day 2; from Spain, 1811)

Republic of Uniland (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Upper Silesia (Ceded to Poland by Germany; 1922)

3rd Thursday in May

Brown Bag It Thursday [3rd Thursday]

Global Accessibility Awareness Day [3rd Thursday]

International Vyshyvanka Day [3rd Thursday]

Mental Health Action Day [3rd Thursday]

National Apéritif Day [3rd Thursday]

National Hummus Day [3rd Thursday]

National Notebook Day [3rd Thursday]

Theater Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Turkey Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 15 (2nd Full Week of May)

None Known

Festivals On or Beginning May 15, 2025

Beer Garden (Jackson, Wisconsin) [thru 5.16]

Book World Prague (Prague, Czech Republic) [thru 5.18]

Calavaras County Fair & Jumping Frog Jubilee (Calaveras County Fairgrounds, California) [thru 5.18]

Greek Festival (Paramus, New Jersey) [thru 5.18]

Hurricane Season (Eastern Pacific) [thru 11.30]

London Coffee Festival (London, UK) [thru 5.18]

National Morel Mushroom Festival (Boyne City, Michigan) [thru 5.18]

Odesa Classics (Tallinn, Estonia)

Orange City Tulip Festival (Orange City, Iowa) [thru 5.17]

Pasadena Strawberry Festival (Pasadena, Texas) [thru 5.18]

Paso Wine Fest (Paso Robles, California) [thru 5.18]

Rooster Days (Broken Arrow, Oklahoma) [thru 5.18]

San Antonio Flavor (San Antonio, Texas)

San Diego International Fringe Festival (San Diego, California) [thru 5.25]

Seattle International Film Festival (Seattle, Washington) [thru 5.25]

Taste of Ocean Springs Food & Wine Festival (Ocean Springs, Mississippi)

Turin International Book Fair (Turin, Italy) [thru 5.19]

The WhiskyX (San Francisco, California)

Feast Days

Achillius of Larissa (Christian; Saint)

Aoi Matsuri (a.k.a. Hollyhock Leaf Crest Festival; Kyoto, Japan)

Argei (Ancient Rome) [also 3.16]

Athanasius of Alexandria (Coptic Church)

Berchtun (Christian; Saint)

Bertha and Rupert (Christian; Saints)

Bike to Work Day (Pastafarian)

Buddha’s Birthday (Hong Kong, Macau)

Declutter Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Dymphna (Christian; Saint) [The Insane]

Festa dei Ceri (St. Ubaldo Day, Gubbio, Italy; Feast Day 5.16)

French Fried Fairy Awareness Day (Shamanism)

Gerebernus (Christian; Saint)

Hallvard Vebjørnsson (Roman Catholic Church; Martyr)

Hesychius of Cazorla (Christian; Saint)

Hilary of Galeata (Christian; Saint)

Huldra’s Blot (Pagan)

Ides of May (Ancient Rome)

Isaias of Rostov (Christian; Saint)

Isidore of Chios (Christian; Martyr)

Isidore the Laborer (or Farmer), celebrated with festivals in various countries, the beginning of bullfighting season in Madrid (a.k.a. Isidore of Madrid; Christian; Saint)

Jagger Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jean-Baptiste de La Salle (Roman Catholic Church)

Mercuralia (Old Roman Festival to Mercury)

Over Sea, Under Stone, by Susan Cooper (Novel; 1965)

Pachomius (Christian; Saint)

Peter, Andrew, Paul, and Denise (Roman Catholic Church; Martyrs)

Peter of Lampsacus (Christian; Saint)

Purification Rite to River God of the Tiber (Sacrifice of 27 Straw Puppets; Ancient Rome)

Reticius (Roman Catholic Church)

Simivisionios (Celtic Book of Days)

Sophia of Rome, the fifth of the Ice Saints (Roman Catholic Church)

The Sublime Ms. M (Muppetism)

Torquatus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Vespasian (Positivist; Saint)

Welcome Time Travelers Yesterday (Pastafarian)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 4 (Xin-Si), Day 18 (Jia-Shen)

Day Pillar: Wood Monkey

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Balance Day (平 Ping) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: None Known

Secular Saints Days

Richard Avedon (Photography)

L. Frank Baum (Literature)

Pierre Curie (Science)

Albert Dubout (Art)

Brian Eno (Music)

Max Frisch (Literature)

Erroll Garner (Music)

Ruth Bader Ginsburg (Law)

Jasper Johns (Art)

Ray Lewis (Sports)

Trini Lopez (Music)

Carlo Maratti (Art)

James Mason (Entertainment)

Claudio Monteverdi (Music)

Feg Murray (Art)

Mike Oldfield (Music)

Katherine Anne Porter (Literature)

Sigurd Rascher (Music)

Ralph Steadman (Art)

Viktor Vasnetsov (Art)

Paul Zindel (Literature)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [27 of 60]

Premieres

Alice’s Mysterious Mystery (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Alice’s Three Bad Eggs (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1927)

An Alley Romance (Dreamy Dud Wallace Carlson Cartoon; 1915)

Angels & Demons (Film; 2009)

Animalympics (Animated Film; 1980)

The Big Birdcast (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

Bobby Bumps (Paramount Magazine Cartoon; 1920)

Bowling for Columbine (Documentary Film; 2002)

The Boys Are Back In Town, by Thin Lizzy (Song; 1976)

Bulworth (Film; 1998)

Bungle in the Jungle (Jerky Journeys Impossible Pictures Cartoon; 1949)

The Cactus Kid (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Chariots of Fire (Film; 1981)

Charlie in Carmen (Charlie Cartoon; 1916)

The Cobweb Hotel (Fleischer Color Classic Cartoon; 1936)

A Crown of Swords, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1996) [Wheel of Time #7]

Custer Died for Your Sins: An Indian Manifesto, by Vine Deloria Jr. (History Book; 1969)

Dhalgren, by Samuel R. Delany (Novel; 1975)

Double-Cross-Country Race (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

East Side Story, by Squeeze (Album; 1981)

Electric Earthquake (Superman Fleischer Cartoon; 1942) [#7]

Farmer Al Alfa and the Runt (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Felix Goes on Strike (Felix the Cat Paramount Cartoon; 1921)

Felix Puts It Over (Pat Sullivan Comic Cartoon; 1924)

Felix Puts the Cat Calms His Conscience (Pat Sullivan Comic Cartoon; 1923)

Fools Afloat or All the Drips at Sea (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 50; 1960)

The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, by Patricia A. McKillip (Novel; 1974)

For Your Love, by The Yardbirds (Song; 1965)

Gesta Danorum, by Saxo Grammaticus (Danish History; 1514)

Gigi (Film; 1958)

God Bless the Go-Go’s, by The Go-Go’s (Album; 2001)

The Great (TV Series; 2020)

Greetings Bait (WB MM Cartoon; 1943)

The Ground Floor or That’s Me All Over! (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 49; 1960)

Herman the Cartoonist (Herman & Katnip Cartoon; 1953)

Hop, Skip and Jump (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1922)

I Can’t Help Myself, by The Four Tops (Song; 1965)

Jungle Jive (Swing Symphony Cartoon; 1944)

The Last Picture Show, by Larry McMurtry (Novel; 1966)

Laterals, by Tool (Album; 2001)

Leave Us Chase It (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

Lethal Weapon 3 (Film; 1992)

Little Hiawatha (Silly Symphonies Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Little ’Tinker (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1948)

Mad Max: Fury Road (Film; 2015)

The Magical Mystery Trip Through Little Red’s Head (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1974)

The Magic Sword: The Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Marouf, Savetier de Caire, by Henri Rabaud (Opera; 1914)

The Master and Margarita, by Mikhail Bulgakov (Novel; 1967)

The Matrix Reloaded (Film; 2003)

Mr. Tambourine Man, by The Byrds (Song; 1965)

Neck and Neck (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

One Cab’s Family (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1952)

Phoney Express (Inspector Willoughby Walter Lantz Cartoon; 1962)

Pitch Perfect 2 (Film; 2015)

Plane Crazy (Ub Iwerks Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Poor Papa (Ub Iwerks Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Porky and Gabby (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

The Portable Dorothy Parker, by Dorothy Parker (Short Stories, Poetry; 1944)

Pulcinella, by Igor Stravinsky (Opera; 1920)

Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Raising Hell, by Run-DMC (Album; 1986)

Raspberry Beret, by Prince (Song; 1985)

Romance (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Royal Opera House (Opera House in Covent Garden, London; 1858)

The Runt, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Spaghetti for Two (Felix the Cat Paramount Cartoon; 1921)

The Time Traveler’s Wife (TV Series; 2022)

Tokio Jokio (WB LT Cartoon; 1943)

Trapped (Fleischer Out of the Inkwell Cartoon; 1923)

21st Century Breakdown, by Green Day (Album; 2009)

Up to Mischief (Funny Face Comedies Cartoon; 1924)

Venice Vamp (Aesop’s Sound Fable Cartoon; 1932)

Vision of Love, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1990)

A Visit to the Zoo (Dreamy Dud Wallace Carlson Cartoon; 1915)

Von Ryan’s Express, by David Westheimer (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Green Album), by Weezer (Album; 2001)

When Snow Flies (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1927)

Whispering Smith (TV Series; 1961)

The White Dragon, by Anne McCaffrey (Novel; 1978) [Dragonriders of Peru #3]

Wise Blood, by Flannery O’Connor (Novel; 1952)

Today’s Name Days

Hertraud, Rupert, Sonja, Sophie (Austria)

Izidor, Jakov (Croatia)

Žofie (Czech Republic)

Sophie (Denmark)

Sofia, Viia, Viiu (Estonia)

Sofia, Sohvi, Sonja (Finland)

Denise (France)

Hertraud, Sonja, Sophia (Germany)

Achilleas, Archillios, Kali, Pahomios (Greece)

Szonja, Zsófia (Hungary)

Achille, Germana, Mattia, Torquato (Italy)

Arita, Saulnesis, Sofija, Taiga (Latvia)

Algedas, Izodorius, Jaunutė, Sofija (Lithuania)

Hallvard, Halvor (Norway)

Afanazy, Atanazy, Berta, Cecyliusz, Czcibora, Dionizja, Izydor, Jan, Nadzieja, Ruprecht, Strzeżysław, Zofia (Poland)

Iacob, Pahomie (România)

Žofia (Slovakia)

Indalecio, Isidro (Spain)

Sofia, Sonja (Sweden)

Yardarm (Ukraine)

Sofia, Sonia, Sonya, Sophia, Sophie, Ward, Wardell (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Jasper Day

National Sigurd Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 135 of 2025; 230 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 4 of Week 20 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 3 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Xin-Si), Day 18 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 7 Bashans 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Chestnut (May 15-24) [Day 1 of 10]

Hebrew: 17 Iyar 5785

Islamic: 17 Dhu al-Qada 1446

Julian: 2 May 2025

Moon: 92%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 23 Caesar (5th Month) [Vespasian]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 2 of 15] (thru 5.28)

Season: Spring (Day 56 of 92)

SUn Calendar: 15 Magenta; Oneday [15 of 30]

Week: 2nd Full Week of May

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Taurus (Day 26 of 31)

Sidereal Zodiac: Taurus (Day 1 of 32)

Schmidt Zodiac: Aries (Day 30 of 31)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 39)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 37)

Calendar Changes

Chestnut (May 15-24) [Druid Tree Calendar] (Month 15 of 41)

Taurus (The Bull) begins [Sidereal Zodiac Sign 5; thru 6.15]

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Holidays 5.15

Holidays

Army Day (Slovenia)

Asphalt Day

Break the Glass Ceiling Day

Bring Your Legislator to School Day (North Carolina)

Cold Sophie's Day

Constituent Assembly Day (Lithuania)

Day of Customs and Traditions (Burkina Faso)

Discovery Day (Cayman Islands)

Do Lunch with Your Dog Day

Festival of Masks (Los Angeles)

515 Day

Flight Attendant Day

Flip Your Mattress Day

Germit Day (Fiji)

Halvard Vebjornsson (Norway)

HG Awareness Day

Hyperemisis Gravidarum Awareness Day (a.k.a. HG Day)

International Casinos Day

International Conscientious Objectors Day

International Day of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

International Day of Families (UN)

International Fluevog Day

International Huntington’s Disease Awareness Day

International Men Can Wear Dresses Day

International MPS Awareness Day

International Mucopolysaccharidoses Awareness Day (a.k.a. MPS Day)

International Political Coordinators Day

International Virtual Assistants Day

International Water Safety Day

Kamuzu Banda Day (Malawi)

Kan Phuetchamongkhon (Royal Plowing and Farmers Day; Thailand)

Kepler’s Law Day

Konstantineoba (Georgia)

Law Enforcement Memorial Day (Florida)

Let’s Get Creative Day

Ma’alot Massacre Anniversary Day

Miracle Monday (Superman: Miracle Monday)

Mother’s Day (Paraguay)

Nakba Day (Day of Catastrophe; Palestine)

National Caesar Day (Canada)

National Cycling Day

National Day of Ehlers-Danios Syndrome

National Defense Transportation Day

National Hispanic Hepatitis Awareness Day

National Numeracy Day (UK)

National Pathological Demand Avoidance Day

National Public Transportation Career Day

National Pun Day

National Safety Dose Day

National Senior Fraud Awareness Day

National Stockings Day

National Stop Nausea Day

National Trauma Survivors Day

National Tuberous Sclerosis Global Awareness Day (a.k.a. TSC Global Awareness Day)

National Window Cleaning Day

Never Turn Your Back on the Ocean Day

Nylon Stockings Day

Over the Rainbow Day

Peace Officers Memorial Day

Persian Language Day (Iran)

Relive Your Past By Listening to the First Music You Ever Bought, No Matter What It Was!, No Excuses Now Day

Republic Day (Lithuania)

Rhododendron Festival (Mentone, Alabama)

San Isidro Day (Mexico, Spain)

Spring Astronomy Day

Straw Hat Day

Teachers' Day (Colombia, Mexico, South Korea)

U.S. Agriculture Day

VBF Day of Awareness (a.k.a. Vascular Birthmark Foundation Day of Awareness)

World Aeronautical Informational Services (AIS) Day

World Climate Change Day

World Facilities Management Day

World Orthodontic Health Day

World Product Day

World Thrombectomy Day

World Vasculitis Day

Xenogender Visibility Day

Ziua Europei (Moldova)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

Hefe Day (Portland, Oregon)

National Bread Pudding Day

National Day of Pisco (Chile)

National Pizza Party Day

National Slider Day

Nature Celebrations

Bring Flowers to Someone Day

Dinosaur Day (UK)

Forget-Me-Not Day (True Love; Korean Birth Flowers)

International Kangaroo Care Awareness Day

Shrub Day (French Republic)

Tree Day (India)

Welsh Poppy Day (Papaver Cambricum)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Flag Day (Macedonia)

Gamerland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Las Vegas, Nevada (Founded; 1905)

Paraguay (Independence Day, Day 2; from Spain, 1811)

Republic of Uniland (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Upper Silesia (Ceded to Poland by Germany; 1922)

3rd Thursday in May

Brown Bag It Thursday [3rd Thursday]

Global Accessibility Awareness Day [3rd Thursday]

International Vyshyvanka Day [3rd Thursday]

Mental Health Action Day [3rd Thursday]

National Apéritif Day [3rd Thursday]

National Hummus Day [3rd Thursday]

National Notebook Day [3rd Thursday]

Theater Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Turkey Thursday [3rd Thursday of Each Month]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 15 (2nd Full Week of May)

None Known

Festivals On or Beginning May 15, 2025

Beer Garden (Jackson, Wisconsin) [thru 5.16]

Book World Prague (Prague, Czech Republic) [thru 5.18]

Calavaras County Fair & Jumping Frog Jubilee (Calaveras County Fairgrounds, California) [thru 5.18]

Greek Festival (Paramus, New Jersey) [thru 5.18]

Hurricane Season (Eastern Pacific) [thru 11.30]

London Coffee Festival (London, UK) [thru 5.18]

National Morel Mushroom Festival (Boyne City, Michigan) [thru 5.18]

Odesa Classics (Tallinn, Estonia)

Orange City Tulip Festival (Orange City, Iowa) [thru 5.17]

Pasadena Strawberry Festival (Pasadena, Texas) [thru 5.18]

Paso Wine Fest (Paso Robles, California) [thru 5.18]

Rooster Days (Broken Arrow, Oklahoma) [thru 5.18]

San Antonio Flavor (San Antonio, Texas)

San Diego International Fringe Festival (San Diego, California) [thru 5.25]

Seattle International Film Festival (Seattle, Washington) [thru 5.25]

Taste of Ocean Springs Food & Wine Festival (Ocean Springs, Mississippi)

Turin International Book Fair (Turin, Italy) [thru 5.19]

The WhiskyX (San Francisco, California)

Feast Days

Achillius of Larissa (Christian; Saint)

Aoi Matsuri (a.k.a. Hollyhock Leaf Crest Festival; Kyoto, Japan)

Argei (Ancient Rome) [also 3.16]

Athanasius of Alexandria (Coptic Church)

Berchtun (Christian; Saint)

Bertha and Rupert (Christian; Saints)

Bike to Work Day (Pastafarian)

Buddha’s Birthday (Hong Kong, Macau)

Declutter Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Dymphna (Christian; Saint) [The Insane]

Festa dei Ceri (St. Ubaldo Day, Gubbio, Italy; Feast Day 5.16)

French Fried Fairy Awareness Day (Shamanism)

Gerebernus (Christian; Saint)

Hallvard Vebjørnsson (Roman Catholic Church; Martyr)

Hesychius of Cazorla (Christian; Saint)

Hilary of Galeata (Christian; Saint)

Huldra’s Blot (Pagan)

Ides of May (Ancient Rome)

Isaias of Rostov (Christian; Saint)

Isidore of Chios (Christian; Martyr)

Isidore the Laborer (or Farmer), celebrated with festivals in various countries, the beginning of bullfighting season in Madrid (a.k.a. Isidore of Madrid; Christian; Saint)

Jagger Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Jean-Baptiste de La Salle (Roman Catholic Church)

Mercuralia (Old Roman Festival to Mercury)

Over Sea, Under Stone, by Susan Cooper (Novel; 1965)

Pachomius (Christian; Saint)

Peter, Andrew, Paul, and Denise (Roman Catholic Church; Martyrs)

Peter of Lampsacus (Christian; Saint)

Purification Rite to River God of the Tiber (Sacrifice of 27 Straw Puppets; Ancient Rome)

Reticius (Roman Catholic Church)

Simivisionios (Celtic Book of Days)

Sophia of Rome, the fifth of the Ice Saints (Roman Catholic Church)

The Sublime Ms. M (Muppetism)

Torquatus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Vespasian (Positivist; Saint)

Welcome Time Travelers Yesterday (Pastafarian)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 4 (Xin-Si), Day 18 (Jia-Shen)

Day Pillar: Wood Monkey

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Balance Day (平 Ping) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: None Known

Secular Saints Days

Richard Avedon (Photography)

L. Frank Baum (Literature)

Pierre Curie (Science)

Albert Dubout (Art)

Brian Eno (Music)

Max Frisch (Literature)

Erroll Garner (Music)

Ruth Bader Ginsburg (Law)

Jasper Johns (Art)

Ray Lewis (Sports)

Trini Lopez (Music)

Carlo Maratti (Art)

James Mason (Entertainment)

Claudio Monteverdi (Music)

Feg Murray (Art)

Mike Oldfield (Music)

Katherine Anne Porter (Literature)

Sigurd Rascher (Music)

Ralph Steadman (Art)

Viktor Vasnetsov (Art)

Paul Zindel (Literature)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [27 of 60]

Premieres

Alice’s Mysterious Mystery (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Alice’s Three Bad Eggs (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1927)

An Alley Romance (Dreamy Dud Wallace Carlson Cartoon; 1915)

Angels & Demons (Film; 2009)

Animalympics (Animated Film; 1980)

The Big Birdcast (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

Bobby Bumps (Paramount Magazine Cartoon; 1920)

Bowling for Columbine (Documentary Film; 2002)

The Boys Are Back In Town, by Thin Lizzy (Song; 1976)

Bulworth (Film; 1998)

Bungle in the Jungle (Jerky Journeys Impossible Pictures Cartoon; 1949)

The Cactus Kid (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Chariots of Fire (Film; 1981)

Charlie in Carmen (Charlie Cartoon; 1916)

The Cobweb Hotel (Fleischer Color Classic Cartoon; 1936)

A Crown of Swords, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1996) [Wheel of Time #7]

Custer Died for Your Sins: An Indian Manifesto, by Vine Deloria Jr. (History Book; 1969)

Dhalgren, by Samuel R. Delany (Novel; 1975)

Double-Cross-Country Race (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

East Side Story, by Squeeze (Album; 1981)

Electric Earthquake (Superman Fleischer Cartoon; 1942) [#7]

Farmer Al Alfa and the Runt (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Felix Goes on Strike (Felix the Cat Paramount Cartoon; 1921)

Felix Puts It Over (Pat Sullivan Comic Cartoon; 1924)

Felix Puts the Cat Calms His Conscience (Pat Sullivan Comic Cartoon; 1923)

Fools Afloat or All the Drips at Sea (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 50; 1960)

The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, by Patricia A. McKillip (Novel; 1974)

For Your Love, by The Yardbirds (Song; 1965)

Gesta Danorum, by Saxo Grammaticus (Danish History; 1514)

Gigi (Film; 1958)

God Bless the Go-Go’s, by The Go-Go’s (Album; 2001)

The Great (TV Series; 2020)

Greetings Bait (WB MM Cartoon; 1943)

The Ground Floor or That’s Me All Over! (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 49; 1960)

Herman the Cartoonist (Herman & Katnip Cartoon; 1953)

Hop, Skip and Jump (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1922)

I Can’t Help Myself, by The Four Tops (Song; 1965)

Jungle Jive (Swing Symphony Cartoon; 1944)

The Last Picture Show, by Larry McMurtry (Novel; 1966)

Laterals, by Tool (Album; 2001)

Leave Us Chase It (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

Lethal Weapon 3 (Film; 1992)

Little Hiawatha (Silly Symphonies Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Little ’Tinker (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1948)

Mad Max: Fury Road (Film; 2015)

The Magical Mystery Trip Through Little Red’s Head (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1974)

The Magic Sword: The Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Marouf, Savetier de Caire, by Henri Rabaud (Opera; 1914)

The Master and Margarita, by Mikhail Bulgakov (Novel; 1967)

The Matrix Reloaded (Film; 2003)

Mr. Tambourine Man, by The Byrds (Song; 1965)

Neck and Neck (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

One Cab’s Family (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1952)

Phoney Express (Inspector Willoughby Walter Lantz Cartoon; 1962)

Pitch Perfect 2 (Film; 2015)

Plane Crazy (Ub Iwerks Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Poor Papa (Ub Iwerks Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Porky and Gabby (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

The Portable Dorothy Parker, by Dorothy Parker (Short Stories, Poetry; 1944)

Pulcinella, by Igor Stravinsky (Opera; 1920)

Quest for Camelot (Animated Film; 1998)

Raising Hell, by Run-DMC (Album; 1986)

Raspberry Beret, by Prince (Song; 1985)

Romance (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Royal Opera House (Opera House in Covent Garden, London; 1858)

The Runt, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Spaghetti for Two (Felix the Cat Paramount Cartoon; 1921)

The Time Traveler’s Wife (TV Series; 2022)

Tokio Jokio (WB LT Cartoon; 1943)

Trapped (Fleischer Out of the Inkwell Cartoon; 1923)

21st Century Breakdown, by Green Day (Album; 2009)

Up to Mischief (Funny Face Comedies Cartoon; 1924)

Venice Vamp (Aesop’s Sound Fable Cartoon; 1932)

Vision of Love, by Mariah Carey (Song; 1990)

A Visit to the Zoo (Dreamy Dud Wallace Carlson Cartoon; 1915)

Von Ryan’s Express, by David Westheimer (Novel; 1964)

Weezer (a.k.a. The Green Album), by Weezer (Album; 2001)

When Snow Flies (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1927)

Whispering Smith (TV Series; 1961)

The White Dragon, by Anne McCaffrey (Novel; 1978) [Dragonriders of Peru #3]

Wise Blood, by Flannery O’Connor (Novel; 1952)

Today’s Name Days

Hertraud, Rupert, Sonja, Sophie (Austria)

Izidor, Jakov (Croatia)

Žofie (Czech Republic)

Sophie (Denmark)

Sofia, Viia, Viiu (Estonia)

Sofia, Sohvi, Sonja (Finland)

Denise (France)

Hertraud, Sonja, Sophia (Germany)

Achilleas, Archillios, Kali, Pahomios (Greece)

Szonja, Zsófia (Hungary)

Achille, Germana, Mattia, Torquato (Italy)

Arita, Saulnesis, Sofija, Taiga (Latvia)

Algedas, Izodorius, Jaunutė, Sofija (Lithuania)

Hallvard, Halvor (Norway)

Afanazy, Atanazy, Berta, Cecyliusz, Czcibora, Dionizja, Izydor, Jan, Nadzieja, Ruprecht, Strzeżysław, Zofia (Poland)

Iacob, Pahomie (România)

Žofia (Slovakia)

Indalecio, Isidro (Spain)

Sofia, Sonja (Sweden)

Yardarm (Ukraine)

Sofia, Sonia, Sonya, Sophia, Sophie, Ward, Wardell (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Jasper Day

National Sigurd Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 135 of 2025; 230 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 4 of Week 20 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 3 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Xin-Si), Day 18 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 7 Bashans 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Chestnut (May 15-24) [Day 1 of 10]

Hebrew: 17 Iyar 5785

Islamic: 17 Dhu al-Qada 1446

Julian: 2 May 2025

Moon: 92%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 23 Caesar (5th Month) [Vespasian]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 2 of 15] (thru 5.28)

Season: Spring (Day 56 of 92)

SUn Calendar: 15 Magenta; Oneday [15 of 30]

Week: 2nd Full Week of May

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Taurus (Day 26 of 31)

Sidereal Zodiac: Taurus (Day 1 of 32)

Schmidt Zodiac: Aries (Day 30 of 31)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 39)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aries (Day 2 of 37)

Calendar Changes

Chestnut (May 15-24) [Druid Tree Calendar] (Month 15 of 41)

Taurus (The Bull) begins [Sidereal Zodiac Sign 5; thru 6.15]

[incndiox]

– ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔱.

NAME: romilda vane NICKNAMES: romi, ro AGE: twenty-two GENDER IDENTITY: cis-woman PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: fluid BIRTHDAY: nov 26 STAR SIGN: saggitarius WAND: walnut, 9", dragon heartstring. stiff. PATRONUS: non-corporeal BLOOD STATUS: half-blood SPECIALISING: herbology EXTRACURRICULARS: herbology club, broom racing, astronomy club  HOUSE: gryffindor ALMA MATER: odalric PLACE OF BIRTH: cornwall, england PARENTS: erick vane (father), imelda vane née manalo (mother) HEIGHT: 5′7″ HAIR: brown EYES: hazel PET: ural owl, called geoff

one.

romilda vane was born into a house of love. her father, an employee for the ministry in the misuse of muggle artefacts office, and her mother, a muggle born botanist, filled their cornwall home with a mixture of things both magical and not, a blended upbringing for a half-blood girl. the family greenhouse is where her fondest memories stem, where her mother would teach her the patience of doing things the non-magical way, with hard work and determination. respect for muggle kind was engrained in her. a cup of tea made with a hot kettle tasted better than one magicked from thin air, her mother always insisted, patiently showing her the steps to make one. her parents loved each other dearly, and she learned to adore love in return. she believed in it more than anything she ever would, and wanted desperately for some of her own.

two.

she has never been the most talented witch, her magic and talent being classed as a little less than average. She fumbled transfiguration and struggled in charms, defence against the dark arts classes left her shaking. herbology and astronomy were her saving graces, the former something that she excelled at enough to declare it her major. she learned to love the nurturing of plants, blending her magical knowledge with muggle techniques taught to her by her mother.  her parents have always been supportive and proud of her, despite her academic short fallings.   her father is known to boast to his colleagues about his only daughter, and her mother never passes an opportunity to bring home a rare species from the ministry greenhouse that she worked at to delight her.

three.

she was sorted into gryffindor upon her arrival at aurelius, the hat crooning in her ear about strong will and tenacity. she loves the red and gold house, the pride she feels for her fellow gryffindors unmatched. romi is well meaning with most of what she does, a loyal friend to those close to her. she would do anything for anyone if they asked it of her. she’s gentle, soft-spoken and dedicated, often found alongside professor sprout in assistance for more challenging projects. her downfall will always be her desire for love, the desperate, cloying way it calls to her and preys on her un-ending naivety. she falls in love easily and deeply, and heart break from these failed romances are almost crushing. 

connections.

roommates, pals, herbology or extracurricular peers, family friends, her crushes, failed loves, enemies etc etc im truly down for anything

[cherry-espresso]

Gleam and Glow

Chapter 1

Pairing: Grey! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3,374

Description: The reader has been held captive by their own mother their whole life, taught to believe the world is bad and that they need to be protected from it. That their gift needs to be protected from it. They possess 70 feet of hair with healing properties and some people will do anything for a chance at peace.

General Warnings: This story contains dark elements and various dark characters!! Do not read if this makes you uncomfortable!!!, kidnapping, violence, language, angst, whump, for the purposes of the story the reader has 70ft foot long hair that glows gold- this does not change regardless of hair color or texture, inspired by the movie Tangled.

Chapter Warnings: kidnapping, manhandling, betrayal, mention of trafficking (selling/buying of a human), John Walker, very naive reader, brief sexual implications,arguments, un-gendered pet names,choking, illusion to sexual harassment, language, please read at your own discretion.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE WELCOME AND APPRECIATED

A majority of your childhood was peaceful. You got to do all the normal kid things- of course you were never totally sure what a ‘normal’ kid thing was on account of the fact that you’d actually never met another kid but, it felt normal enough. Aside from the very abnormal ‘birth defect’ you were ‘gifted’ with. You stopped considering your magical abilities as a gift by the time you were seventeen, when your mother made it abundantly clear that you could never leave the tower, you could never go outside, and you could never cut your hair.

The only thing more annoying than the seventy foot long tresses was your mother. According to her, your father was a sloppy one night stand she found in a tavern. He was a love em’ and leave em’ type of guy; he gave your mother one great romantic night and then disappeared off the face of the earth. You’ve never met him. You’ve never met anybody. Your mother has always been your only companion. She was a beautiful woman, she said you take after her more than your dad. While she was gorgeous and protective, she was also passive aggressive, rash, and ostentatious. If it was possible for her to get out of being “the bad guy” she lunged, dragging you under at the first chance. When you were younger she would tell you stories about the outside, she made it seem like a gorgeous place. She described the kingdom and the many villages outside its walls. She started with all the good things until you showed interest in escaping, then, she gave you the truth. She began to spin tales of roads rich with crime, vigilante gangs, covert groups of thugs, and rebel Viking camps. From what you could piece together, the rebel Viking camps were the greatest concern.

The rebel Viking groups weren’t actually Vikings. Your mother had said they called them The Vikings because of their rugged and brutal lifestyle. The camp they occupy is more like a small village, the structures following Norse architectural style, chalk-full of criminals and runaways. Runaways. Your mother had always explained to you that when young girls ran away from their mothers they ended up in that village living a life of crime. The very thought of falling into the wrong hands has kept you from sneaking out or from begging to leave the tower. You found ways to be content, ways to keep busy.

The tower wasn’t as big as it looked from the outside, the only living space was at the very top of the tower. The top of the tower had about two floors worth of open space, minimal and organized in the lower level and very maximalist in the bedrooms and wall decor. Mother said the rest of the tower below was sturdy white brick and vine, aged by time and the weather. Most of the exterior bricks were cracked or crumbling, so all the support for the turret came from the tower’s solid core. The roof was a chipped and rusty blue color mostly concealed by untamed ivy growth, which also hid the entrance to the tower’s turret. To your home. The only way in and out of the tower was an intricate pulley system made from twisted vine and rope. Originally, mother had used your hair to get into the turret, until one day a strand snapped from the pressure, dying and losing its magic. In an effort to protect your gift, you helped your mother make the pulley.

Crafting things was just one of the many ways you spent your time in the tower. After you’d turned eighteen your mother didn’t stick around much, if at all, leaving at night to go to the palace or the tavern, sometimes coming back in the morning and sometimes being gone for a day or two. With so much time alone the only option was to learn how to entertain yourself. Reading books, cooking, painting, testing the information you soaked up from all of the books, sewing holes in clothes, polishing leather, polishing silver, dusting, drawing in the dust. It’s a really long list. If there’s more to add you add it, forever stretching the possibilities. As the sun started to go down however, it started to seep in just how repetitive and predictable your daily activities had become. While you knew leaving the tower would be a horrible and dangerous mistake, you couldn’t help but long to be outside. To feel the grass between your fingers or to stand out in the sun, somewhere other than where it leaks through the turrets window entrance. It could never happen. Knowing this was an impossibility kept an icy grip on your stomach, a lonely sort of feeling, naturally touch starved by fate. It’s been years since the last time you asked to leave. Much before you knew how dangerous it really was out there. Asking one more time couldn’t really hurt could it? You’d be twenty soon enough, just one touch wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Mother had left early in the morning, off to do some much needed grocery shopping; if she hadn’t decided to stop by the tavern she would be home very soon. Too soon to come up with a better plan. Quickly you started to prepare for her to come home, sweeping the dining area and pulling out the utensils needed to make a special stew recipe you remember she had enjoyed. If she was going to say yes she needed to be buttered up first. Once the cooking utensils were nicely organized on or beside the unlit stove, and the dust was done away with, it was time to make quick work of anything she could use against your argument. Rushing to one of your most treasured bookshelves you pulled a discarded velvet scrap from the back of one of your more worn astronomy books. The midnight blue fabric had been torn from one of your favorite dresses when you were sixteen, unwilling to part with the shredded material, it was quickly fashioned into a long braided bookmark. Since then you’ve opted for shorter than floor length gowns or comfortable riding pants and tunics. The supposedly “masculine” style annoyed mother to no end but then again she really couldn’t understand how suffocating the corsets could become, or how difficult it was to fasten them without getting hair caught beneath the strings.

Unbraiding the bookmark allowed it to become one long thick strand, setting it on the dining table, you went to gather your hair. For the most part, you tried to keep it close to yourself. Getting any part snagged or wrapped around something was more of a pain in the ass than taking the time to gather it together. Gathering so much hair was difficult, it took time and it was unbelievably heavy. Once you were finally able to get it all in one place you started the tedious task of braiding. In order to braid it up enough to keep it off the floor you split it into three sections, braiding those separately before braiding them up into a complex Dutch braid. It took nearly two hours to finish so you could finally tie up the end with the dismantled bookmark. The complexity allowed the braid to settle halfway down your calves, keeping it neat and off the ground. Now all that was left to do was light the lanterns around the room and wait. Waiting for mother to get home was nerve wracking, if possible you’d busy yourself with starting the stew but you were fresh out of the most important ingredients.

“Y/n let down the vine!” Mother yelled from the bottom of the tower and the tension finally broke.

“Coming!” You sighed out in relief rushing to the window and lowering out the vine life you had made.

Once you were sure she was safely in the lift’s sling, you utilized the pulley system to begin pulling her up. The tower was around forty feet tall, making the trip up lengthy and difficult. When she was close enough to the window entrance you hooked the vine slack onto the wall hook, keeping it stationary, before quickly coming to help her in with the groceries. Taking the canvas grocery bags from her arms and into the kitchen, you started pulling out the items to take inventory on what she’d bought at the market.

“How was the market? Did that man give you trouble on the celery prices again?”

“Ugh doesn’t he always? Absolutely exhausting, he wanted double, and then there was a fight at the tavern again which I always have to break up.” She pulled out a chair at the dining table, sitting into it and slinging her feet up into the neighboring chair.

You slowed for a moment, pulling the bundle of carrots from the bag slower as you processed that she may be intoxicated which meant there’d be zero chance of having the conversation you desperately desired.

“You went to the tavern?” You asked, feigning excitement.

“Of course sweetheart, I promised that I would but I wasn’t there for long I promise.” She got up to meet you in the kitchen, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Now what are we having? I’m absolutely starved.” She smiled.

“I was going to make that stew from last winter that you liked so much. Now that fall is settling in.” you started to add broth and small peeled potatoes to the pot.

“That sounds delightful darling, I’m going to go rest my eyes, call me when it’s done?” Mother started to walk away. It was now or never.

“Actually!” You cleared your throat., “Actually I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”

“Alright but let’s make this quick, mama’s feet are aching.” She turned back around to sit in another chair.

“Well as you know I’m almost twenty, an adult really and I’m already very responsible around the tower-“

“Y/n where is this going?” She interrupted, rubbing her temples.

“I want to go outside.” You turned to look at her.

“We’ve talked about this! It’s far too dangerous! You know what would happen if anyone discovered your gift!”

“I know, I know, but I’ve thought about it and no one would even know! I won’t tell anyone about it, and if they don’t know I have it then they don’t know how to use it, so it’s useless to them. If I just keep it braided I’ll be completely normal!” You came to sit across from her, hoping it’ll be convincing.

“No absolutely not, it’s much too risky! I have kept you safe for nearly twenty years! I am not stopping now! You’re far too young to understand but this is what’s best for you!” She got up and started to walk away again.

“But it’s not! I’ve never met anyone else! I’ve never had friends or met other people my own age! I’ve never even seen a real man!” You were absolutely desperate.

“Oh a man?! This is about men huh?! So you want to leave the safety of the home I built for you to go whore around for a man?!” She was absolutely furious, beyond cooling down.

“Mother no!” Your face was burning with embarrassment at the very suggestion of sexual activities.

“No truly I understand! You would rather leave this place and be used by men! Drained of your power in one of those Viking camps no doubt! I won’t hear another word, I’m going out for air and your attitude better be gone by the time I get back!” She walked over to the vine, untying it from the wall and setting it into a rustier pulley wheel that would let her down slowly, she was gone just as soon as she’d finished her sentence.

You had no choice but to sit in utter silence and shame. Swallowed by guilt that mother could ever consider you’d do that to her. As much as you wanted to leave and experience the real world, you desperately didn’t want to disappoint your mother or end up somewhere bad. Very quickly you dissolved into regret, backing over to try and undo what’s already been done, planning a way to forgiveness. Finishing the stew was the only way you knew how to start so you got to work, making this the best stew you could ever devise. Having never written the recipe down you had to go solely based on flavor and gut feeling. That was the best way to cook anyway. Once it had been spiced to taste you put the lid on the pot to let it simmer.

Almost immediately you found yourself overrun with anxiety, filled with a need to do something with your hands. To occupy your mind. There really wasn’t much to do in the tower to occupy you enough to erase this from the forefront of your mind. So you opted for the only thing that you could: cleaning. Your started polishing, dusting anything that you could and when there was nothing left you sat and you waited. The silence was absolutely deafening. You’d totally zoned out until you heard the rattling of the pot lid on the stove, snapping your head to it only to see the stew boiling over.

“Shit!” You rushed to turn it off, burning your hand in the process as you cleaned up the mess. Suddenly you were no longer hungry.

Opting to leave the stew on the stove for whenever mother would return you left the kitchen, going to your room as you cradled your hand gently. Tears stung your eyes, threatening to drip through your lashes and you curled up on your bed. Reaching for your braid with your uninsured hand, you gently took the end and rested it over your burned palm, reaching to wipe away some loose tears. Whether the tears were from the pain or from emotional discourse you couldn’t be sure. After drying your tears you closed your injured fingers around the large amount of hair, and began to hum a soft familiar melody. As the melody continued your hair began to glow a brilliant gold, almost glittery in color. Once the shimmer reached your palm, the heat faded and the wound healed. You were able to breathe. You looked to your palm, it was as soft and unharmed as it had been that morning. As it had always been. No scars or leftover pain. Just smooth healthy skin.

You couldn’t be bothered to really prepare for bed. The dress you wore was moveable, the corset easily undone as it tied in the front rather than in the back. Laying back you took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to let go of all the stress that you could. After a minute of peace you pushed yourself up and off the bed, walking over to the dark wood armoire, opening it to look in the mirror, you sighed looking at your dress. There was stew on the navy skirt and what looked like a sizable carrot. You’d have to change to sleep. Lifting the skirt up closer you plucked off the carrot and disposed of it in the nearby waste basket. Returning to the armoire you flipped your braid back over your shoulder and checked the white sleeves of the off the shoulder blouse, slid your hands over the black corset, grabbing the tied strings from the vertex of the sweetheart neckline you untied the knot. Just as you’d finished untying the security knot you heard a loud grinding bang from the lower level. Pausing to listen you grew concerned.

“Mother? Are you alright?” You called gently.

When you didn’t receive a response you dropped the corset strings and left your bedroom, looking over the bannister you were met with the worst sight you could possibly have imagined. A large piece of the stone floor was broken and pushed out of the ground, slid off to the side and two large men climbed out of the dark hole below. Half a million questions filled your head. How was there a space under the floor? How did these men find you? Did they know who you were? There wasn’t time to think, you had to act. Silently and quickly you snuck back into your bedroom, burning out the lamps and climbing into the armoire as best as you could. Tilting your chin up to silence your breathing you listened. Waiting. Thinking. The men were much bigger than you thought a man would be. From what you could make out they dressed in dark clothing. Leather. Worn and hardly taken care of if at all. They were similar heights. One a redhead and the other blonde, both with rugged facial hair. You only had a brief look and the adrenaline pumping through your veins was making it difficult to focus.

“I am never doing that shit again, forty feet of crumbling bricks and thirty feet of rope, you seriously didn’t think that through?!” You could hear them arguing.

“It didn’t look that tall alright? Can we just find the chick and get out of here? I lost my good boots in a poker game with trash panda and if I don’t win them back he’s gonna tear them apart.”

It was clear they were coming for you. The only thing you could do was hope mother came home or that they didn’t see you behind all the other clothing in the armoire. The stairs creeped. Once. Twice. There was only one creaky step. They were both coming up. You held your breath.

“Food on the stove and the lamp in here is still warm. She was here recently.” They made it into your bedroom.

“If I had to guess I’d say she’s still here.” The footsteps stopped. It was silent.

Suddenly, the hem of your skirt was yanked-it had been caught in the door-and then the armoire burst open. The blonde man grabbed your arm as you struggled, ripping you from the small dark space and out into the open. He spun you around, pressing your back to his chest, his left forearm braced across your neckline and gripped your right shoulder. His right hand held a sharp silver blade to your heart.

“Well, well, well, Princess did we catch you at a bad time? These corset strings are so very loose for company.” The blonde man taunted, using the tip of his blade to pull on the cords.

You gripped this forearm, pushing back closer to his chest in an effort to get away from his blade as you struggled.

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell any-anyone.” You stuttered, trying to stay calm the way your mother had taught you.

“We have plans for you, this hair of yours… hear there’s some people willing to pay a pretty penny for just a touch.” The red headed man stroked your braid, you jerked your head away.

“Oh oh oh” the blonde man laughed. “She’s a feisty one, are you sure we have to deliver her so soon? Could be fun…”

“Oh c’mon man don’t be gross he wants her unharmed. Mostly. C’mon just cloth her so we can go. Boots remember??” The red head said, grabbing your wrists and tying them together roughly. He took the dagger from the blonde, continuing to hold it in its position as the blond reached into his pocket.

“No no no no no please please I’ll give you anything you want just leave me alone!” You begged, swerving your head away from the blondes clothed hand as it moved towards your mouth.

“Bitch stop fussing around!” He slid his left forearm up to your throat, both choking you and effectively stabilizing your head long enough to clamp the cloth over your mouth and nose.

It hardly took thirty seconds before your vision started to swim and your vision started to fade to black.

“We’re already late. He’s waiting.” One of the men said as he slipped a cloth bag over your head. Your hearing went out, senses dulled as you gave in the the dark.

[j-amespotter]

★ cardigan - s. b.

“i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired.” 

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

x. x. x.

Summary: Your relationship with Sirius is on the rocks, but you loved him and at the end of the day, he was always there. For your own happiness, something had to change. 

Genre/Warnings: angst, alcohol, language, toxic relationship 

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: this took a lot, and i mean a lot of energy. not sure how i feel about it (i am my worst critic) but i really didn’t want a pushover protagonist. ps... communicating with your partner is hot! let me know what you think (and if you think i should make a taglist) :) 

masterlist

“Ravenclaw girl this time. Blonde… I think I recognize her. Couldn’t see the front of her robes, she might be one of the fifth-year prefects. You know I’m terrible with names. Ask James, he finds it hilarious.”

“You should work for the Prophet, Lils,” you said, without looking up from your toast, which was becoming more and more tasteless with every bite. “What were they doing?” 

“Talking,” answered Lily pointedly. “He ended the conversation fairly quickly when he saw me looking, though.” 

You sighed. This discussion was becoming too routine for your liking, most often with Lily, occasionally with Remus. “Well, if they were just talking, then I don’t see the issue. Lily, it is early. We have double Potions this morning. I really don’t want to deal with your weird suspicions about my boyfriend right now.” 

If Lily sensed your underlying irritation, she chose to ignore it. “I just think you deserve better, that’s all. I mean, James–” 

You finally turned and stared defiantly into your best friend’s vibrant green eyes. “Lily, I hate to break it to you, but James is the exception, not the rule. Just because he’s some angel on earth doesn’t mean all boyfriends are like that, and that’s not even considering the fact that he’s been hopelessly in love with you since second year…” 

Huffing, Lily picked at the fruit off of her plate. “Okay, I get it. I won’t bring it up again.” It was sweet how much Lily cared. James doted on her day and night. It would have been easy to forget about her friend’s love-related quandaries. But that was Lily Evans – always considerate of others.

Truthfully, you were tired. You knew what ‘talking’ with Sirius Black entailed. It did not make you feel as secure as you indicated to Lily. As time went on, it was getting increasingly harder to defend Sirius’s overly-careless behavior. If he wasn’t chatting up girls in random corners of the castle, he stood you up on your scheduled study dates in favor of detention with James. There was only a little comfort in the fact that he wasn’t always like this. If he was, would you have even dated him? Deep down, you knew that as much as Sirius was a thrill-chaser, he was incredibly capable of being a loving boyfriend. For that reason alone, you bore the incredibly painful motions of being in a relationship with him. 

He briefly reminded you of his better qualities when you opened your Potions textbook and felt a feathery kiss on your neck. “Guess who?” whispered Sirius sultrily into your ear. 

You couldn’t help the automatic flush that made its way onto your cheeks. “Hmm… is it Remus?” you whispered back, stifling a giggle. 

“Don’t tease,” he grunted before planting a swift kiss on your cheek. He plopped onto the chair next to you and faced you with a lazy grin. “You look disappointed, love. I’m afraid your usual Potions partner is a bit preoccupied at the moment.” He gestured across the room, where you spotted Lily practically hanging off of James’s lap, distracting herself until the start of her favorite class with his lips. 

“They’re hopeless,” you commented airily, in an attempt to disguise your envy. You felt Sirius’s gaze burning into you. “Missed you at breakfast this morning,” you added in a casual tone.

“Oh, well, you know–” 

“No, I don’t know,” you interrupted, bitterness leaking from your clipped voice. You always let Sirius off too easily. “But I certainly can’t wait to hear your ready-made list of vague excuses. Please, do continue.” There. He had it coming. He deserved for you to throw him off track.

“Baby, it was nothing,” assured Sirius rather predictably. “Just Pippa asking for help with Transfiguration. Honest.” He placed a hand on his heart in mock sincerity, which only angered you further. 

Nevertheless, you chose not to argue. He was incredibly brilliant with his words. There was no way he would understand your plight. Instead, you absentmindedly flipped through your Potions textbook as Slughorn finally entered his unruly classroom. 

Sirius seemed uncharacteristically bothered by your lack of response. With a half-glance at James and Lily, he entwined his fingers into yours. “They’re in their honeymoon phase, you know. You really can’t compare.” 

“There is no comparison, Sirius. James prioritizes Lily. I can’t remember the last time you prioritized me,” you whispered. There was a finality in your tone that you hoped he would hear. It was the most you were willing to discuss the matter. 

Sirius Black was a lot of things, least of all oblivious. He gently squeezed your hand. Silently, he slipped his fingers out of yours, choosing to follow your lead and not pursue the issue any further. 

A part of you was proud of the fact that you finally found it in you to voice your concerns to him, but another larger part dreaded the irreversible distance it put between the two of you for the rest of the day. You weren’t necessarily avoiding each other. Though his smiles were significantly more tender, he seemed reluctant to talk, let alone touch you.

Sick of the mental torment you were subjecting yourself to, you stuffed your unfinished Charms essay into your bag and headed to your dormitory, choosing to retire for bed early. Mid-yawn, you spotted a single red rose on your unmade bed. You didn’t have to read the attached note to know who it was from but felt your heart thudding against your chest as you unfolded the small piece of parchment. 

I’m sorry. I love you. 

There was no signature, but you could recognize his meticulously-slanted script anywhere. You stared at the note adoringly before pressing your lips to the corner of the crumply parchment and marking it with the remnants of your lip gloss. 

Suddenly, you were no longer tired. Skipping down the stairs, you found yourself wishing for a certain map that would tell you the exact location of the only person you wanted to see.

Fate seemed to be on your side when you saw him in the common room, his head bowed as if he was praying. “You’re here!” 

He gazed up at you, his shoulders relaxing when he noticed the smile on your face. “I’m really–” 

You didn’t let him finish. You kissed him hard, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt him smile against your lips. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him. “Don’t worry about it. I was being silly.” 

Sirius’s grin widened. “You’re quite low maintenance, y’know. I thought it would take at least a week and a hundred roses. And if not roses, then daisies, sunflowers, peonies… I was ready to pull all the stops. For future reference, a good snog is all it takes to win me over.” 

You laughed heartily, though you struggled to keep up with his train of thought. You always appreciated his good-natured ability to poke fun at the gravest circumstances. “I just missed you.” 

“Me too, darling. I’ll do better this time, I promise.” 

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True to his word, Sirius showered you with a level of affection that could rival James’s for Lily. He spent every spare moment with you in his bed, sneaking into the kitchen for secret dinners, and pushing you against bookshelves in the back of the library, homework-be-damned.

On Tuesday night, you sat on the Astronomy Tower. You glanced at your watch, realizing that Sirius was nearly an hour late. Your eyelids were drooping shut. It had been a long day. Everything in your brain felt scattered. You could’ve been catching up on the mounds of schoolwork you were now falling behind on. Sirius… Did he say midnight? Did you hear him correctly? Maybe he meant for you to pencil it in. Maybe he was hurt. Was it Remus? You stared at the sky, peering at the crescent shape of the moon. It taunted you. Stop kidding yourself. He’s not coming. 

Just as you were about to call it a night, Sirius stumbled into the Tower and onto the floor. Startled, you helped him up. “There you are! Are you alright? I was so worried… Are you drunk?” 

His grey eyes shone in the soft moonlight. The cloudy expression on his face paired with the sloppy grin he sent your way spoke for him. “Lost track of time… we snuck into Hogsmeade,” he slurred. “Rosmerta slipped us some firewhiskey. Here, I brought us a bottle...” He reached into his robes, only to come out empty-handed. “Uh-oh… finished it. Sorry, baby.”

You processed his words very slowly, realization dawning on you with the weight of heavy bricks. “Un-fucking-believable.” 

“Hey! We’re all of age.” He threw up his hands in surrender and widened his eyes innocently. “Next time, darling. I promise.” 

“It’s not about the fucking drink, Sirius! You’re here so you obviously haven’t forgotten that we had plans tonight! I don’t care if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but you should’ve told me. I’ve been waiting here like an idiot for an hour. I’m exhausted!”

“Told you,” he grumbled, now irritated, “we lost track of time.” 

You stared at him, unable to comprehend his complete shift in attitude. “Whatever,” you said finally. “I’m going to bed.” 

Spinning on your heels, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you prepared to march away from him with your chin up. Before you could take too many steps, however, a firm hand grasped your wrist. The intensity of the force pulling you back to him felt so otherworldly that you could hardly believe it was a wasted Sirius. 

You had a fleeting thought of pushing him away but instead tilted your head so he could pepper kisses onto the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again, between his fluttering pecks along your jawline. 

His lips found yours. His hand released your limp wrist as his fingers gently trailed up your arm. “So beautiful,” he murmured, gazing directly into your eyes. You practically melted as your body fell into his. Like always, his arms were ready to catch you, drunk or otherwise. 

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“No Sirius yet?” asked your mother, sipping her drink cheerily.

You refused to look her in the eye in fear of giving something away. “No, not yet. Should be here soon, though.” 

“Better be,” said your father, slipping away from a party guest. “He’ll miss cake.”

It was your parents’ twentieth-anniversary party, an occasion made doubly special as their one and only daughter was now officially a Hogwarts graduate. You had planned the party and made Sirius promise that he would not only attend, but also arrive early to help greet your guests as your boyfriend. 

You knew that your parents did not initially approve of Sirius, but as your relationship strengthened, so did Sirius’s standing in your family. Now, post-Hogwarts, you were desperate to not only show your parents that the two of you were committed to one another but also feel yourself that your love would endure the many challenges of adulthood. 

As the last of your family friends trickled out of your childhood home, you failed to hide your disappointment at his loud absence. Like many months earlier, your mind see-sawed between possibilities, some pathetic, others worrying. You were in the middle of a war, after all. You always believed Sirius’s recklessness would be his downfall. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, your worries subsided when you saw him slip into the parlor with a present in hand and a sheepish smile directed at you and your parents. “Happy anniversary! Sorry I’m late, you won’t believe– hey, where’s the party?” 

“It’s over,” you announced bitterly. 

Your mum and dad sensed the tension and tactfully exited the room. “We saved you some cake, dear,” your mother said to Sirius, after politely thanking him for his present. 

“So,” you started as you heard your parents’ footsteps fade away, “where were you? Actually, don’t answer that. Let me talk first. This was important to me, Sirius. You knew that! What will I say to Mum and Dad? Don’t I matter to you at all? Is it always going to be like this?” 

“Slow down,” whispered Sirius. “I’ll explain everything – just listen! I was with James, okay? We were only mucking around on the bike. I was on the way, I swear! But then these Muggle Aurors – police, they’re called – they started chasing us! We were getting away but these three blokes – Death Eaters – caught up to us. Long story short, we got into quite a scuffle and…” He looked at you in an attempt to gauge your reaction. 

Your mouth hung open as you absorbed his story. Regardless of your anger, he presented a legitimate case for himself that you could not quash. “Death Eaters? Thank Merlin you’re alright. How on earth did you get away?” 

“I’ll tell you everything. Your mum mentioned something about cake?”

You stood on your toes, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. “In the kitchen,” you answered softly. “I wish you would be more careful.” 

He kissed your temple. “Don’t worry,” said Sirius dismissively, “I handled it, didn’t I?” 

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“So, what do you think?” 

You and Sirius were standing in the middle of his new studio flat. Primely-located and newly-furnished, it was the picture-perfect bachelor pad. Sirius now had a place to call his own, thanks to a bountiful inheritance from his Uncle Alphard. The walls were bare and the lighting dim, adding an overall sensuality to the atmosphere. 

“It’s nice,” you remarked sincerely, smoothing his plain black bed sheets. You peeked into his wardrobe, smirking to yourself as you noticed it was half-empty. “Lost the rest of your clothes, babe?” 

“No,” answered Sirius quietly. “It’s for you.”

“What is?” 

“The closet space. It’s for your clothes.” His voice was barely above a whisper. 

“For when I come to visit,” you amended automatically. 

You turned to see Sirius scratching the back of his head. “No, for when you live here. With me.” 

“W-What?” Your mind was reeling. You leaned against his side table to steady yourself. “Me? Move in with you?” 

“Well… yeah,” said Sirius as he slowly regained his signature confidence. “We’ve been together for ages, seems about right. Besides, James and Lily are getting a place together.” 

You did not understand why you weren’t over the moon. It was what you always wanted from him – a tell-tale symbol of his otherwise-flaky commitment to you, a sign of your sparkling love. It was the beginning of the next chapter of your lives, and you were meant to start it together. On paper, it was perfect. There was no explanation for the sinking feeling in your stomach. 

Suddenly, the words that would never come were on the tip of your tongue. The answer was clear as day. “No.” 

“What?” 

It was an extremely difficult task to catch Sirius Black off-guard, a feat you used to motivate your argument. “No, Sirius. I won’t move in with you.” 

Shock was written all over his face. “What the hell? Why?” 

“Because… you didn’t even ask me!” 

Sirius stared at you blankly for a long moment before bursting into laughter. “Alright… (Y/N), will you please do me the honor of sharing an address with me? Is that it, then? Shall I get down on one knee?” 

“No, Sirius. That’s not the point,” you said firmly. “The point is that you didn’t ask me. You just assumed that I would say yes – don’t interrupt. I know we’ve been together for years, but can’t you see? You make me so incredibly happy and yet, so unbelievably unhappy at the same time. You’re so good to me, and then so horrible, and then amazing again… I can hardly keep up anymore. I’m a fucking doormat and I’m sick of it! It’s humiliating. I’m tired of feeling humiliated in front of people I care about. It’s starting to become too high a price of being in love with you.” 

You ended shakily, afraid to look at him. When you dared, you saw him wearing an unfamiliar expression. The silence washed over you both for an eternity. You had the horrible thought that perhaps this was it. Perhaps, you crossed a line. Maybe he hadn’t noticed how broken you both were, how broken you were, and now… well, he couldn’t unsee it now. You were over. Without a word, you headed for the door with your head down.

“Wait,” shouted Sirius hoarsely. “Don’t go. I-I’m not sure what to say to make you stay.”

“Try being honest,” you whispered weakly. 

He swallowed nervously. “Okay, here goes. I know that I haven’t put enough effort into this relationship… I know that. I realize that I take you for granted and that you deserve better. I don’t blame you for thinking that. I would never have blamed you for thinking that. But here’s the truth – I am so far gone when it comes to you, you have no idea. I am so in love with you. I think about you morning, noon, and night. And the thing is, here we are, fighting for Muggles and Muggleborns and the good of the world… but above all, I am so utterly afraid of losing you. I think that’s why, actually. That’s why I keep you at arm’s length. I don’t think I mean to, but it just happens. Because I’ve never met anyone who loves me as much as you do, not even my mother. Especially not my mother. I’m torn between keeping you close and pushing you away because the truth is, you’ll always deserve better than me. And I’ve always been afraid of you realizing that.”

His truth was careful but sincere. Your hand slipped off the doorknob. Still, it was not the first time Sirius had rendered you speechless. “How do I know you mean it? That it’s more than just words to you?”

“Let me prove it to you,” he said meaningfully, grey eyes glistening. 

You took slow steps toward him, and he embraced you with the hope of filling all the gaps he may have left open. “Okay,” you said, your voice muffled into his shirt. “Just… leave the closet half-empty for a little while.” 

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Anyway, here's my main Red Wasp AU. Most of the parts aren’t ready, it’s a tragic-ish slow burn, and lots of angst. But there's some extra stuff I made when I didn't have time to write but could do something!

Un-Break Astronomy

“As much as it seems like you own my heart,

It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart,

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From far away, I wish I'd stayed with you,

But here, face to face, a stranger that I once knew”

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“The nights are so unkind,

Bring back those nights when I held you beside me,

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Take back that sad word goodbye,

Bring back the joy to my life,

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I can't forget the day you left,

Time is so unkind,

And life is so cruel without you here beside me”

Red Wasp / Vesperake centric AU

Parts under the cut:

Inescapable

Our Bereavement - | 1 | 2 | 3 | ? ? ? ? |

More Than A Bump - Poem - [Ao3]

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Out of Reach

Hardly The First, But This was Fresh

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Dwelling In Epoch

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If Only She Knew (What He Would Do)

Hold On, Please

Stellular Resurrection

Surprise [Might Change Title]

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Other things:

Pintrest

Pintrest Board - This board is specific to this AU. Separated between Zoé and Tim, and anything that both or relates to both of them.

Bonus Board - A general Red Wasp Board I have curated.

Ao3 Series

Wattpad - Note: Not Currently Published, all parts will be published in order as best to my ability. Simply to avoid confusion over there.

Spotify Playlist - Because I’m cool like that /j It was made to help me write, but here it is if you guys are interested.

[oh-for-merlins-sake]

🦋 Fred x Slytherin!reader, enemies to lovers and maybe a first kiss scenario?? Idk? Anything you like! 💚

AH this was SOOO much fun to write! i hope you enjoy!! 💚

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Fred asked as he trailed you on your way to Charms.

“Leave me alone, you prat,” you spat without turning around.

“It was a bloody accident,” he groaned.

You scurried into the classroom, hoping you could find a seat where Fred couldn’t bother you. To your dismay, there were only two spots remaining; one in front of the other.

Shit.

You slumped into the front chair. “Accident or not, Weasley, you were reckless. And reckless isn’t cute.”

He slid in the chair behind you. “Come off it, everything I do is cute.”

You could practically hear the smug, cheeky smirk on his face, and you would’ve loved nothing more than to just rip it off.

“In your dreams,” you said with an eye roll.

You were saved by the beginning of Flitwick’s lesson.

You were intent on paying attention to the material and the material only. Your performance on your last exam was subpar, and your Head of House, Snape, was not fond of that.

You nodded along with Flitwick, scribbling fervently on the parchment in front of you. Suddenly, a crumpled up piece of parchment flew over your shoulder and crash-landed on your desk. You internally groaned; it would be impossible to focus like this.

You picked up the note and tossed it back, eyes glued to the front whilst doing so. You heard him sigh then open the note to scrawl some more.

Just as you began your next bullet point, your quill was blocked by that stupid little note.

You whipped around. “Knock it off,” you whispered threateningly.

“Or what?” Fred whispered back, leaning forward and crossing his arms.

You said nothing; instead, you shook your head slowly and menacingly before turning back around.

You managed to get through the lesson without too many more distractions from Fred; only the occasional ‘Psst!’ or the light kicking of your chair. By the time the bell rang for your next class, you were eager to escape that classroom and move onto Potions — a class you didn’t have with Fred.

“Y/N, hang on!”

It seems you just couldn’t catch a break this morning.

Fred practically bounced up beside of you in the corridor, and for a moment, his arm brushed against yours, making you blush at the contact.

While you never got along with Fred too well, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him. After all, he was quite handsome. Not to mention, brave, and strong — you’d seen him blast a bludger a time or two.

But he was so full of himself. And he thought he was invincible, that he could just do whatever it was he wanted without any real consequences!

Which is why he didn’t pay attention to where he was going in Three Broomsticks a month ago, and why he then collided with you and sent you tumbling into a waitress who was holding a tray full of Butterbeers. You were washing that sickening butterscotch stench from your hair for days.

“C’mon, I said I was sorry,” Fred whined.

You stopped in your tracks and gently pushed him against the wall. “You can say you’re sorry ‘till you’re blue in the face, darling. Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

He rolled his eyes again. “Would you just read the note?”

He held up the crumpled parchment. You glared at him for a moment before snatching the note out of his hand. “I swear to Merlin, Weasley, if this is some pathetic prank —”

“It’s not a prank!” He exclaimed. “Just open it, Y/N!”

You un-crumpled the parchment and scanned the words scribbled inside.

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 9:00 tonight? Let me show you the stars.

Your face flushed as your heart picked up its gentle pace. Fred scanned your face, biting his lower lip. You fought back the immense urge to smile.

“Fine,” you said, balling up the parchment and chucking it at his head.

Fred burst into his finest self-satisfied grin. “It’s a date, then?”

You carefully crept closer to him, gently tugging on his tie and minimizing the space between you. You looked up and kept your lips mere centimeters away from his. “It’s a date.”

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.32}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 5.7k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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Half an hour after dinner had been over with, Robin made her way to the foot of the astronomy tower with Cas, Melissa and Lisa in tow. The latter hadn't been part of the original plan, but due to circumstance Robin had spontaneously decided that six eyes might yet see more than four. Thus the three younger girls were babbling excitedly all along the way now, each wrapped into their warmest robes upon Robin's insistent command, and they did not falter to chat even as Robin wordlessly unlocked the door that led to the tower's staircase. 

It was sealed with the same spell as all the other classrooms, and once again she wondered why none of the students had figured out the spell to unlock either just yet… But then again, perhaps it was one of those spells that couldn't be discovered without the permission to have such knowledge in the first place. The castle seemed to have a sentience in that regard, that much Robin could tell from just her limited experience with ancient magic. That however was a topic for another day, and Robin went on to usher her company up the stairs ahead of her now, or else they would never arrive on top of the tower before Morgan was prone to leave. Otherwise, things were all set by now, at long last and after a whole lot of unwanted social interactions.

In the past thirty minutes, Robin had gone on to make another minor change to her plans. Instead of having Snape write them a note to have them stay out past curfew, Robin had simply sought out the professor who was on patrol duty that night and let him know –in her usual intimidatingly neutral manner– that the girls were to be excluded from curfew, and were very well supposed to be up in the astronomy tower on their own for the next few hours. Unsurprisingly, the man had simply taken Robin's word for it, and nodded his understanding and compliance without questioning her non-existent authority in this matter. Nobody questioned her these days; it was as if an unspoken rule had made rounds among the staff of Hogwarts that Robin was sheer unimpeachable, and the occasional un-student-like matters she concerned herself with were either to be supported or overlooked.

Really, if Robin had to guess, she would've said that this was entirely Dumbledore's doing. It had to be, because not even Snape's authority stretched far enough to warrant such a universally easy acceptance of any and every of her unusual behaviours. And giving the patrolling professor instructions on who and who not to hold accountable to curfew tonight, without even as much as mentioning Snape or anyone else of actual authority in the conversation, certainly was such a behaviour.

"Are you sure we won't get into trouble for being up here, and staying here past curfew?" Cas asked as if on cue, right when Robin's string of thought came to a momentary conclusion. "I mean… we're technically breaking more than just one rule right now, aren't we?"

"You aren't breaking any rule at all currently, nor will you if you do as I say." She replied with a half smile, almost a little out of breath when they finally reached the top of the stairs. "And you've always wanted to 'do fun things like me', isn't that what you said last week? This right here is something of the very likes of that."

"True. If you say we're good then we're good." Cas sighed, and the usual wide smile spread on her face as she skipped ahead to the large window that overlooked the landscape beyond the school. It really was a marvelous sight one had from up here… but Robin had no time to dwell on it.

In as few words as possible, she explained to the girls that – supposedly because of her challenge with the boys – she needed to be alerted when Morgan left the castle, as well as when he returned here. To Robin's surprise, all three girls seemed beyond eager to help her with this endeavour, and they agreed to let her know of Morgan's movements as soon as they could. Content with that, Robin left them to themselves and the night as she made her way back down the tower, and further down into the dungeons. Should Cas and her friends do the waiting and watching up there… Robin was only too happy to wait down in the office with Snape instead, where they could let their guards down without anyone getting in the way. She deserved a little break before the inevitable nightmare that was this endeavour with Morgan continued. Before they would have to deal with all those unanswered questions, and the prospect of perhaps inevitable death.

Once Robin let herself into the office as always, she was more than happy to see that Snape was waiting for her already, and he in return wasted no time before locking the doors back up even more meticulously than usual. He obviously hadn't run into Morgan either then… Good. Robin let out a long breath in the knowledge that she could finally relax for the first time in hours. At least for this fleeting moment.

While she went on to make them coffee first of all, Snape explained –upon her insistent request– how exactly he had ensured that Morgan would be leaving the castle tonight. In the end, it had been a simple work of manipulation and deceit to him, and Robin was in awe as ever at both the sheer brilliance and power that came so naturally to Snape it would never cease to impress her. Especially since he had done the exact same thing she had, but around way more edges and corners. To think that he so easily could get anything he wanted… it made her skin tingle, and her mind take incessant pride in the fact that he still had chosen her to be his equal. The shivers of delight that rolled over her upon the thought were a sweet torture, but a distraction from the topic at hand. She placed his coffee in front of him, then sat down across from him in her usual seat and listened on.

First of all, Snape had convinced McGonagall, through saying and not saying the right things at the right time, that there recently had been severe tensions between the teaching staff that were having a negative impact on the students. That much was only too true, after all. Of course his scarce words to the woman had been a mere complaint about the facts, not a notice or suggestion for improvement, but he had precisely known how they would be understood and acted upon nonetheless. McGonagall, good-hearted as she was, had of course sought to take immediate action by herself, seeing as Snape had as always shown absolutely no interest in the issue. And as predicted, there had been only one person the deputy headmistress would be going to in such a situation that was far below the headmaster's reach of interests; McGonagall had gone to Professor Sprout. And Sprout, as talented as she was with her plants, had one of the most unguarded and manipulable minds of all the professors. Therefore she had been the easiest target for Snape's long line of manipulation in return. All it had taken was a few hints strategically dropped into the woman's mind, and she had suggested an evening in Hogsmeade for the staff who wasn't needed in the castle tonight. McGonagall had trusted her colleague's Hufflepuff intuition when it came to groups of people, and thereby it had been settled. The majority of the staff had the night off to go to Hogsmeade. Lastly then, all it had taken was for Snape to see to it that Sprout pitied Morgan enough for his black eye to offer to buy the man a drink, to ensure that Morgan really would be coming along. That's how Damion Morgan had been tricked into going on a colleagues' night out, without being any wiser of the long line that had led up to this point. Brilliant, really.

"And how did you get out of it?" Robin asked with a partially humoured, partially admiring smile, then emptied the last of her coffee and set the mug down on the table between them. "Out of coming along, I mean."

"I did not have to get out of anything." He replied easily, while leaning back in his chair across from her with a not-smirk. "Because I wasn't asked to come along in the first place."

Robin's brows furrowed into an incredulous frown in an instant, while the subtle humour that was currently painted on his face was entirely absent from hers. "What do you mean? I thought you didn't have any official duties tonight… you shouldn't be needed at school."

"True, but I believe my colleagues were well able to anticipate my answer to such an invitation, and therefore simply spared themselves the vanity of asking."

"Well, they should have asked nonetheless. I very well remember what it's like to be left out of everything all the time, it sucks no matter if you actually would've wanted to go or not."

"Would you have wanted me to go, if it hadn't been for the ordeal with Morgan?" He quirked an eyebrow at her in question, even though he already seemed to know the answer she would give. He was merely making a point with this question. Robin let out a sigh.

"I would have wanted for you to have a choice." She finally replied, then leaned as far across the table as she had to in order to catch his hand and hold onto it. If he was making a point, so could she. "I would never choose to spend the evening without you if it can be helped, you know that. Of course I wouldn't want you to go anywhere I can't follow. But I'm not selfish enough to put my own happiness over yours."

In a heartbeat the small table between them vanished, the very table Robin had been leaning her entire weight upon for the last minute, and she let out a quiet yelp when she fell forward until the hard wood's support was replaced by Snape's arms that pulled her up and closer. An instant later she was seated in his lap, straddling his legs while her heartbeat exploded in a sudden intensity and a wild rush of adrenaline carried both waves of tingles and desire through her body. How did he keep doing that?! How did he unravel her so softly?

Still, she met his expression of well hidden amusement with an obviously feigned glare. That much was almost tradition by now, for moments like this happened a lot lately; he always found a reason or opportunity to pull her into his lap when they weren't working, or to trap her against a shelf or bookcase when they were, and it was positively driving her insane. In the best ways possible, the most allconsuming ones. And while he had never openly admitted it, Robin knew that he craved their affections just as much as she did, and needed them perhaps even more. It was a thought to marvel at, really… such a powerful being, so entirely at the mercy of her love.

"You are getting lost again, and I am curious to know what could be so fascinating to think about that it surpasses the current predicament." He said so softly only and yet succeeded to draw Robin out of her mind in an instant. Or perhaps it was his fingers that traced along her back, caressing the sliver of bare skin right beneath the hem of her jumper. The former brought a smile to her lips, the latter a line of goosebumps to cover her skin.

In a haze of her own thoughts as well as the liquid warmth spreading through her veins in that moment, Robin took a leap of faith and tried something she had always been careful to avoid before. She reached out to his mind for once, in the same gentle request for entrance that she usually was subject to herself. The humour faded off Snape's face in an instant, and his eyes widened oh so slightly while yet never parting from her own. Another shiver overtook Robin, leaving even more goosebumps in its wake. She couldn't help holding her breath.

But then, eternities and broken seconds later, the barriers fell, and she found herself surrounded by an overwhelming mixture of emotions. A mind as complex as to truly do him justice, a chaos that yet seemed as perfect to Robin as anything in existence and beyond could ever be. His thoughts were as graspable to her as her very own, everything in his mind was, and to experience that was absolutely breathtaking. Bloody hell… his emotions were a mess. Her own however, the ones she chose to share with him right then, were as simple as love and gratitude. His response to that, the frenzied rush of both relief and adoration she felt immediately in his mind, and the joy this entire process sparked within her brought a radiant smile to her lips in an instant.

'You let me in…' She phrased in words like he had earlier that evening, careful not to squeal in her excitement nor let all too much astonishment shine through. The slightest tug on the corner of his lips told her that this was only a partial success.

'I did.' He answered in thought out words in return, a gesture that was accompanied by a hint of humour, a dash of pride, and still a lot of nervousness. Really, Robin had known that he was way more afraid of certain matters than he let on on the outside, but seeing it so clearly laid out in front of her still brought over her a rush of fierce protectiveness.

'You don't have to let me do this, you know that, right?' She couldn't help asking out of concern though, glad that she didn't have to rely on the tone of her voice to convey precisely what she meant. She would still love him no less if he had his boundaries, if he didn't give her everything she ever asked for. Sharing all that as emotions was far easier than with words. And it allowed for a far more elaborate answer in return.

The nervousness now entirely at ban, Robin found herself dropped amidst an ocean in his mind, an unfathomable depth where she was hit by a multitude of emotions with the crushing force of mountainous waves. A force that took her breath away and brought tears to her eyes at the same time. Yes, he certainly knew both depth and maddening passion to keep up with her very own by far. And in the very same, his reply to her question washed over her and dragged her under.

He would give anything to her, anything and everything, over and over and over again. Not because he had to, but because it was part of the way he loved. Part of the ocean. The way he loved her, an unfathomable depth, a force impossible to resist. Devotion that was a perfect mirror of her own.

For a moment Robin's head was spinning with sheer overwhelm, until she remembered faintly that she had to share her thoughts with him this time. Intentionally, purposefully. Yet, the first thing she tried to convey ended up a jumbled mess of both 'I love you' and 'You are everything' in a string of arbitrary repetitions, that however still served to bring a smile to his face. Then she shared her feeling of overwhelm, but also the deepest adoration of all she had seen, and surprisingly enough was met with a rush of self-consciousness in his mind in return. She found that beyond endearing, but decided better not to show him that in return, only to take delight in it herself. An instant later, he thought that she should stop smirking already, and that made Robin laugh both on the inside and the outside. Something in his mind relaxed, while something else roared up in joy and pride upon having made her laugh. Again, Robin could only marvel at how his mind responded to absolutely everything she did in such a breathtaking way.

'Does it also feel this intoxicatingly pleasurable and yet entirely calming when you let me into your mind?' He asked after a moment, in distinct words once more that Robin now discovered were far easier to decipher than the emotions and ordinary thoughts.

'Obviously.' She thought, but the accompanying smirk came onto her lips for real nonetheless. 'Has no one ever been in your mind before?'

'People have tried, but of course never nearly succeed. The attempts however were always quite painful, actually.'

'It's only painful if you try to keep someone out. The more you accept them into your mind, the better it feels to have them there. But I assume it's also about the connection you have to that person, how close your minds are and how much you trust them.'

'How do you know that so well?'

'Seven years of experience and practice with you.' The smirk on Robin's lips turned into a grin as she showed him brief flashbacks of the countless examples of how the feeling of having him in her mind had changed over time. She saw curiosity and a hint of awe in his own thoughts in return, as well as the uproaring desire to kiss her breathless even though they were still in the office.

Curiosity was precisely what struck Robin then as well, an ineffable desire to discover more about the ways and possibilities of this mental connection, and she found herself unable to resist both this temptation and the unintentional invitation his mind was almost shouting at her now. Therefore, she gave in to either. Leaning in through the distance between them that was minimal in the first place, she touched her lips to his only lightly for now, and yet the result was no less explosive than being dropped into his ocean in the first place. With a tiny gasp she pulled back again, and immediately felt his confusion alongside a little spark of fear.

"That was… indescribable." She breathed with real words of sincere astonishment for once, while yet the thoughts she showed to him were full of reassurance. The negative emotions in his mind became replaced by curiosity and even a little amusement in an instant, and she was immediately pleased with that. Was her own mind quite that responsive as well?

"Would you kindly elaborate?" He quirked an eyebrow at her with an almost straight face, and Robin had to snicker at the echo loop of amusement that followed between them.

"Have you ever tried looking into my mind while kissing me?" She asked, after deciding that they might as well use actual words for now, since she was the one doing the explaining anyway.

"I have not, seeing as I was rather distracted at those moments. I had better things to do than thinking about advanced magic." He rolled his eyes while he answered, but Robin could for once undoubtedly tell that the gesture was directed at himself. Indeed, he was minorly irked by the fact that he himself had never before had the idea to try just what she was suggesting now. Again, Robin found his thought both endearing and relatable.

"Do you think you can look into my mind while I'm inside yours? I still haven't understood that part of the thing we're doing here, if it's a two way street or not." She gave him an encouraging smile, and was met by a really fast string of thoughts and contemplations in return as he tried to give any other answer than that he didn't know either. Funnily enough, his lack of an answer didn't seem to embarrass him in the slightest, not in front of her at least, but only to encourage him to do better and be of help to her in finding an answer together. Oh, Robin loved that beyond measure, and she decided to share the resulting wave of adoration with him in return. It brought his mind to an immediate halt, as if he had forgotten that she could see his every thought in the first place.

"Perhaps we can just try?" She suggested calmly, curiously. "If it doesn't work, we can still look for other options."

Agreement. He didn't need to speak for her to understand that much. A second later, the comfort of his presence was again inside her mind, and for two breathtaking seconds they really closed the circle of their shared thoughts and emotions. A firework of feelings, doubled in every prevalent intensity, a heightening of all their senses. Indescribable indeed. Then however Robin felt her grasp on the spell quivering, faltering, and finally vanishing entirely, with the result that she was abruptly thrown out of Snape's mind completely. At least she could still feel his presence inside her own, or she would have pouted in sheer disappointment. Not that he would have needed the gesture now, the mere thought inside her mind sufficed to make him smirk. Right… beautiful mind, but still an insufferable idiot.

"I can hear your thoughts again, you do realize that, yes?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, and now it was Robin's turn to grin.

"Yes, I'm well aware." She chuckled, then finally moved her hands from his shoulders to caress the skin on his neck beneath the soft curtains of hair. Too bad she couldn't hear his reaction to that anymore. "Any idea why I got kicked out of your mind? And don't say I just messed up, because we both know better than that."

"I believe it might be more difficult to uphold the former connection once the latter is established. Seeing as I am more practiced in the art, perhaps we should try again now that I am in your head first." He suggested easily, and Robin inwardly rolled her eyes, while however she obviously had to admit that he of course was way more practiced in it indeed. Really, he was better at mostly everything if she was being honest now, but she regretted that thought immediately when she saw the smirk tugging on his lips. "I do feel rather flattered, while yet I am inclined to disagree."

"And why is that?"

"Didn't you want to return into my mind anyway? I would hate having to praise you out loud." He quipped, and Robin tugged on a strand of his hair in return, which earned her a small glare. Yet, she only smirked at Snape and took a deep breath before trying and being allowed into his mind once more.

Again, the fireworks and heightened senses overtook them both body and mind, but while still difficult to uphold, the connection this time lingered on. The subtle touches on her back, his fingers tracing her skin, as intense and real as her hands on him, the same feeling, the overwhelming exciting comfort. Only now it all seemed doubled, different, part of a shared existence. And still he wanted her to know his answer to what she had asked, what he would always answer in any way. Robin saw precisely what he had said once before, the utmost belief that she was so much better than him in every way. Her mind replied with instant adoration and sincerest doubt, not of him but of herself. She wasn't perfect. He knew. She wasn't perfect, but everything he wanted in the world and still far more.

Robin's immediate reaction was a roaring wave of love that echoed straight back to her once it reached his mind and was met with its equal, while the thought of how much she adored that he could be so accidentally romantic at times was met with a huff and a growl. She couldn't help but chuckle at how subtly, secretly her thought pleased him nonetheless.

'Are you going to kiss me now or do I have to woo you any longer?' He suddenly thought in actual words, but this time around she could hear his voice inside her mind in its near natural depth, every colour and faintest subtone it always had. All the times before, without the circle closing in their minds, it had never been so real, so close. This was new for either of them.

For half a moment Robin laughed at his words and marveled at the sensation, then she smiled, and finally leaned forward until their lips touched in a crescendo of emotions. Indescribable indeed. Addictive, as always, and they found themselves unable and unwilling to stop. Time stood still in perfection like this, just holding each other close while their lips danced to the music of their passion. This was how the world ended, this was how it was reborn.

And this was why they avoided losing themselves in the office, for three feeble knocks on the door startled them both so suddenly that their surprise toppled over inside their shared mindspace. Gasping they pulled back from each other in an instant, while the joining of their minds quivered so strongly that a second later it disappeared altogether. Only then when Robin was alone in her mind once more, she realized how difficult it had been to uphold the connection in the first place, and she almost gasped again at the slightly sore feeling somewhere in her mind. Like an unpracticed muscle, almost, that had suddenly gotten a lot of exercise. Going by the look on Snape's face, he seemed to be experiencing something similar in that moment, and that made Robin smile in contentment. At least they knew now that it wasn't quite a normal mode of legilimency. But it certainly was something to experiment with.

When three slightly louder knocks echoed from the wooden door through the entire office then, Snape immediately rose up from his chair while pulling Robin along and setting her down on her feet in front of him. For a brief moment his mind reached out to her again almost instinctively, sharing a rush of awe that he felt when he looked down at her, taking in her lush lips, stained red from his kisses, the lovely flush on her cheeks and the breathtaking display of lightness and darkness in her eyes. To him she was an emblem of life and passion like this, and Robin inevitably had to smile. He really was accidentally romantic sometimes, or rather his honest sentiments were, while his actions on that basis were usually everything but. For the majority of people it was the other way around, and she couldn't help marveling at that. Perhaps romantic was the wrong word for it after all… he simply was being himself in a way she found absolutely perfect. A beautiful mind on the inside, an insufferable idiot on the outside. Ambivalent and yet oddly fitting as ever. That thought earned her another mostly feigned growl and glare, as well as a subtle hint of pride and amusement he still chose to share with her. Then he finally went to answer the door, and his presence left her mind when he put up his usual public facades.

Robin had exactly three seconds to take a deep breath, to force her appearance back into a normal state with the help of a little charm she cast over both of them for good measure, and finally to return the small table back to where it belonged. Then reality and the events of the day caught up with her, and she sighed at the realization that of course they still had to deal with the Morgan situation, still had to be more than careful and double-check every single step they took. As far as she could tell, Snape seemed to do just that when he opened the door just a gap and with his wand at the ready.

"I, uh, I'm sorry to-, uh… but Robin said…" Unlike what Robin had been expecting, it was Lisa's voice she heard on the other side of the door. The girl's small frame however stayed hidden behind both the door and Snape, even as Robin approached them with a frown. "Robin said that we, I mean I… could find her here?"

There were no words spoken in reply, but instead Robin could feel a hint of warmth, an imprint of Snape's magic barely brushing over her senses in a way she had never noticed before. How odd… Whatever spells he had used, they hadn't been directed at her and yet she had been able to feel his magic, even if only just barely. She didn't get to dwell on how that came to be when he opened the door entirely a few seconds later, motioning for Lisa to get into the office already with a scowl plastered onto his face as always. While the girl complied immediately, Robin made the educated guess that Snape's spells had been a row of security screenings that Lisa however seemed to have taken no notice of. No surprise, his magic was as brilliantly subtle as it was strikingly effective. Perhaps the fact that she could feel it now was a side effect of their previous joining of minds.

"Hey Robin." Lisa's features relaxed the moment her eyes fell onto Robin, who had now taken a perch on the edge of the table. Three steps later, the younger girl came to stand in front of her with a weary expression on her face as she kept glancing over to Snape who had closed the door and was now mirroring Robin's position on the edge of his own desk. Lisa's eyes kept darting between the two of them nervously. "I, uh…"

"We don't have all day, Miss McLain." Snape taunted after a moment of silence, looking both indifferent and annoyed as ever, and Robin gave him a glare before focusing on the girl in front of her.

"I must say I was expecting Cas to come find me herself, but it's alright either way." She started, upon which Lisa seemed to somewhat relax again.

"Yeah, well, Cas did the… spotting, and she said she'd set up the entire thing in the first place, so it was Melissa or I who had to go and well, I was cold anyway and also didn't really mind since it all was so important to you and so, here I am now." The girl rambled, and Robin felt tempted to roll her eyes, not at her but at Cas. Typical as ever, letting others do the work she had no interest in.

"But he did leave now, yes?" Robin still asked to make sure, and Lisa only nodded in return, glancing over at Snape who listened attentively as ever while looking just as bored on the outside. Right… Lisa didn't know that Snape knew of this endeavour, and breaking into a professor's classroom usually wasn't something one wanted the other professors to know about. It didn't matter now, not really.

"We, uh…" Lisa spoke up again at last, focusing back on Robin. "We'll keep watch and let you know if he comes back. Or just… wait until you come and get us, whichever happens first."

"Thank you." Robin gave the girl a half smile, then stood up straight and accompanied her back to the door. "Enjoy the stars for me, yes?"

After giving a court little nod and a shy smile, Lisa scurried back out into the hallway and vanished in the darkness to the right, upon which Robin closed the door again with a sigh. Morgan was gone. And that meant they had to get going.

"If I'm not entirely mistaken, sending someone else was a very Cassandra thing to do." Snape commented after a few seconds of silence, and Robin just had to snort in return.

"Are you still peeking into my mind? Because I was having much the same thought." She replied in subtle amusement, then watched as he got up from the desk and approached her instead. Before she could help it, a smile came to her lips. "I could feel your magic, you know… The screening spells, or rather what I think were screening spells. But I could feel it as unmistakably you."

"Curious…" He mused, while they stepped out into the hallway together. Before locking the office back up however, he halted and motioned for Robin to do it instead. "Would you mind? I'd like to know if I can sense yours as well."

With a huff in both humour and curiosity she did as he suggested, first locking and then warding the door, before looking back up at Snape with her eyebrows raised in question. "And? Feel anything?"

"You. Unmistakably you, precisely as you said." He answered just as they started making their way through the dark hallways. "And yet, had I not seen what you were doing, I wouldn't have known what kind of spells you were using."

"Exactly. I think it might be an aftereffect of what we did before we were interrupted… you know, of connecting our minds like that. Or at least I have never been able to feel anyone else's magic like this before."

"Neither have I." Snape's tone was thoughtful, but Robin could tell that he was no less intrigued by this than she was. After a moment of walking in silence, he finally spoke on with a not-smirk on his lips. "We should continue practicing that connection. I'm curious to discover how far we can go, and what it is capable of."

"And it felt pretty amazing." Robin added with a smirk of her own, glancing up at him to see the sentiment perfectly mirrored in his face.

"Indeed."

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Inescapable

by Mae_DWrites Zoé Lee fiddled with the fake flowers on her dress, she didn't like these parties…but this time she liked it. She found herself a friend. - How Zoé and Tim meet in this AU. Words: 1618, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 22 of Maribat <33, Part 1 of Un-Break Astronomy, Part 12 of Rarepairs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Zoé Lee (Miraculous Ladybug), Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Tim Drake's Parents (mentioned) Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU) & Zoé Lee (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: gala - Freeform, Fluff, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Flower: Daisies, Crying, just for a moment tho via https://ift.tt/bDW9qgB