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"Ní mhaireann solas na maidine don lá." // "No morning sun lasts all day." - a haon ✧ 1

summary: 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

*the only character I own is Tara. all other rights go to she-who-should-not-be-named

blog masterlist || ch. 2

author's note: I feel the need to open with a few things, considering all that's been happening in the world recently.

As a member of the LGBTQIA+ community I am not only heart broken, but downright appalled by the openly transphobic actions of J.K Rowling. Her works have been a haven for people like me for so long, and to hear her say those things makes me so unimaginably angry.

That's part of the reason why I wanted to write this story so much. I wanted to reclaim these stories a bit, because she doesn't deserve it.

This all being said, I want to make it clear that I in NO WAY condone anything that J.K Rowling has done. Her actions are unforgivable. I also want to make it clear that I am fully aware that her horrible biases exist within the Harry Potter universe as well, and I do not condone those either. She is a despicable person, and that's just that. I won't thank her for this material, I won't call her a genius or anything.

I wanted to make that clear before you read this story.

To my trans readers: you are valid, you are loved, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. there are people here for you, even if the entire world appears to be against you. i love you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡☆ﾟ.･ ───

story begins below ~

Tara Kelly was eleven years old when she decided who her mortal enemy was. He was two years older than her, he was a prick, and his name was Theseus Scamander. 

She had felt the stares and heard the whispers as she climbed up and onto the stage that held the activities of the after-hours dueling club. Standing at the opposite end of the long stretch of dark wood, elevated only about a meter or so off of the floor, she stared forward at the three older Hufflepuff boys that occupied the other end. The one at the center of the cluster, was none other than the club president, and when he eventually saw her standing there, he smirked the smirk of a young, arrogant boy.

“Am I being challenged by an eleven-year-old?” he asked sarcastically.

One of his friends quickly nudged him in the ribcage.

“Theseus, don’t you know who that is?” he mumbled lowly, causing the taller boy to turn towards him in confusion. “That’s Tara Kelly that is. Her parents run one of them underground wizard fighting rings in Dublin. Very violent, only kind of illegal. I hear they even let the women fight-”

“You know I can hear you right?”

The Hufflepuff boys, and by extension the entire classroom, fell silent at that. Theseus turned his attention back forward, observing the young girl quizzically while his friends simply sent her annoyed scowls.

“And yes, we let the women fight.” she added. “Why shouldn’t we?”

“You do know you’re challenging the club president to a duel, don’t you?”

Tara cocked her head to the side, looking Theseus up and down.

“I’m confused. Is that supposed to scare me?” she barked back. “He doesn’t look like much.”

She could quite literally see the way that the boy's temper flared. His eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating with a new level of concentration. His cheek dipped inwards as he bit at the skin on the inside of his mouth in an obvious attempt to keep his emotions in check. 

“Alright then.” the boy suddenly huffed, stepping away from his friends and more towards where she was standing calmly at the center of the dueling stage. As he did so, he had absentmindedly twirled his wand in between his fingers. “Tara Kelly, was it? Show us what you’ve got-”

His words barely had time to fall out of his throat before Tara had fired a spell forward, the command word rolling off of her tongue easily and with barely any volume. 

The blast of magic whizzed by Theseus’ shoulder, as he had been able to dodge at the very last second, before hitting the back wall of the classroom with such force that it left behind a dark black scorch mark on the stone. 

The boy's head flew back towards her with an accusatory glare, but her wand simply remained outstretched in front of her face, almost as if she hadn’t even moved at all. The room around them had fallen completely silent at that point.

Theseus, stealing his expression as best he could, moved back into a ready stance in order to retaliate with a spell of his own. But as soon as the syllables left his lips, it was immediately countered by yet another blast of magic that he hadn’t even seen being cast. 

Tara fought with a speed that the older student clearly couldn’t keep up with, and he had barely managed to get more than three curses off through the entire duration of the duel.

When Theseus’ wand inevitably flew from his grasp and clattered down onto the stage in between them, there was still seemingly no sound coming from the room around them. Save for the older boys heavy, labored breathing. Which contrasted harshly with the near stillness of his competitor.

Tara mused at the situation for another long, quiet moment before eventually slipping her wand back into the interior of her calf-high black boots. She then wordlessly turned on her heels, disappearing out of the classroom and heading for her dorm to study as she did every other evening. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡☆ﾟ.･ ───

Over the next few years that Tara spent inside of that castle, she crossed paths and wands with Theseus Scamander more times than she could count. Quickly becoming a regular at the dueling club after her first day, the two of them were often pit against one another, oftentimes purely for the enjoyment of the other students. 

It was because of that regularity that Tara had been easily able to notice the increasing number of times that Theseus failed to show up. She quickly assumed that he no longer wanted to risk embarrassing himself in front of his friends, a thought that genuinely angered her. Especially when it led to her being forced to duel other students instead. 

Those fights were often much, much shorter. Her agitation only growing the longer she went without a real challenge. For that, as she had been taught, was the only way to truly improve.

Late one evening, sometime in her third year, Tara walked through the classroom doors just after dueling club had already wrapped up for the day, slipping past the students that were walking in the opposite direction. As the room itself emptied out, she found exactly who she had been looking for. He was standing at the center of the chamber, using his wand to return the Charms classroom to its normal, scholastic layout.

When he heard her footsteps, he glanced back over his shoulder, only to immediately fold his features into a scowl.

“What do you want, Kelly?” he grumbled.

Tara climbed up the stairs of the stage before he could move to magically tear it down.

“I want you to stop running and fight me.” she declared boldly. 

Theseus looked back up at her in surprise.

“W-what? I am not running.” he fired back, immediately jumping on the defensive. 

Tara raised her eyebrows, wholly unconvinced. She pulled her wand out of her boot, absentmindedly passing it through her fingers. A small tick that she had since developed, though unsure of exactly when she had done so.

“You’ve left me to fight against your scraps for almost a year now.” she accused him. “So either you’re scared to fight me because you cannot handle losing in front of a crowd, or you’re hiding some sort of injury. And seeing as you’re here cleaning up the equipment alone, I am more inclined to believe the former.” she said smartly. “I waited until they all left to challenge you. So come on , Scamander. Give me a real challenge for once.”

Theseus stared back at her in utter disbelief, for she had spoken so bluntly, not holding back a single jab. A tense silence fell over the room as the older student debated his options. She had him trapped very well. If he denied her, he would never be able to live down the blow to his ego. And Theseus wasn’t that dull, he had heard the hidden acknowledgement of his talent beneath her otherwise harsh baiting. It was nearly a compliment, enough to finally cause the fifth-year Hufflepuff to heave a grand sigh.

Shedding his robe, he begrudgingly climbed up and onto the opposite end of the stage. Almost immediately, she had shifted into her fighting stance. Her left foot only ever so subtly stepping out in front of her right. Her body tilted to the side at an angle that was barely noticeable. 

But Theseus had spent the last three years studying her fighting style from afar, and with a slight narrowing of his eyes, he mirrored her posture perfectly. 

There was a single beat of nothing before an impatient Theseus threw out the first spell.

Tara blocked it with ease, sending it right back to him. His dodge to that was late and sloppy, as usual. He had a wild way about his fighting, his abnormally long wingspan having been one of the things that gave him an advantage over most of the other students. 

When she fired a spell at his unguarded stomach, Theseus let out a muffled groan, taking a few steps back in an attempt to regain his balance.

He was already getting angry, something that didn’t surprise Tara in the slightest. The boy had a temper, and that often led to breakdowns in his form and technique. How he wasn’t able to identify that for himself was beyond her. Firing at him again, Tara had nailed him in the shoulder next, before his brain even had the time to think of another spell.

Theseus suddenly shouted quite loudly in frustration. He sent another wild spell forward, aiming haphazardly for her wand. 

And this time, he hit. 

Tara watched the intricately carved piece of wood clatter down onto the floor in front of her. As did Theseus, who had nearly begun the smile in the wake of his small victory. 

Now it was her turn to fume.

Tara swiped her empty hand across the air in front of her, and on the opposite side of the dueling stage, a string of blinding white sparks struck an unsuspecting Theseus across the face. As he let out a surprised grunt, she twirled her fingers into a circular shape. In response, the front of Theseus’ shirt bunched up, as if someone had the fabric wound around their fist. The force of her magic then tugged him harshly to the right. 

As he stumbled over his own feet, Theseus glanced up at her in dumbfounded surprise.

“How did you-”

Tara silenced him with a spell that forcibly clamped his mouth shut.

“I mastered non-verbal spells when I was twelve.” she answered, quickly releasing the curse and allowing the boy to take a breath. 

“Of course you did.” he mumbled.

Tara summoned her wand back into her hands, and the two of them swiftly continued their sparring match. They went back and forth for several more minutes, the evening continuing to darken the world around them. But it wasn’t long before a flurry of spells to the center of Theseus’ chest finally put him out of commission. With a final shot aimed at his shoes, his laces tied themselves together in a complicated knot, resulting in the boy falling flat on his face, a loud “oof” echoing out around the room as his wand rolled down the stage in front of him.

Lowering her wand, Tara took a moment to calm her breathing, for she had worked up quite a sweat.

Back in front of her, Theseus used his arms to push himself up into a more seated position, struggling only slightly due to the weariness that had collected in his muscles. 

“How-” he took in a shaky breath. “How do you do it? How do you beat me…every time?”

A small huff of air escaped Tara’s nose.

“Because I actually know how to fight, Scamander.” she replied. “I don’t just see how far my height and brute strength can take me.”

“Brute?”

Tara rolled her wand through her fingers again.

“Not that I could say I expect any less from a future Auror.” she noted. “Pride of the Ministry you’ll be.”

Theseus didn’t respond to her taunt, not even showing confusion as to how she had heard about his post-graduation plans. He was far too busy struggling with the knot her curse had created in his shoe-laces. 

Tara sighed, walking over to him and silently performing the counter-jinx. The laces untied themselves, only to reform back into perfectly-sized bows on their respective shoes. Theseus moved to look up at her in surprise, only to find her hand extended down towards him, a quiet offer to help him up off the floor. The boy eyed it cautiously for a moment before begrudgingly accepting.

She was clearly a fair bit stronger than he had anticipated. Despite his stature, Tara had pulled him upwards as if she had repped the weight a thousand times over. As a result, Theseus had stumbled forward slightly, falling into her personal space.

With their bodies suddenly inches apart, their matching wide-eyed gazes met with stunned surprise, both of them falling still. 

Tara was quick to drop his hand, blinking back down to reality, and coughing in order to kill the silence before it lingered any longer.

“I should be going.” she muttered, almost completely under her breath. As if she had been talking to herself rather than to him. “I’ll see you around, Scamander.” she said before turning around and practically sprinting out of the room. 

Theseus watched her go the whole way, continuing to stand there alone in the center of the empty classroom for nearly ten minutes after she disappeared from view. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡☆ﾟ.･ ───

blog masterlist || ch. 2

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Josette era una superdotada que logró que la adelantaran un par de años en la escuela, por lo que terminó su educación en Beauxbatons y en la Academia de Aurores, pero, en su último año, se dio cuenta que de verdad no era lo que quería. Derrotada, abrió residencia en Gran Bretaña, donde conocería a una peculiar familia, a quien adoptaría como propia, a un sobrino mago que fue expulsado de la escuela y a unos aires de grandeza que fueron alimentados en ella. 

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[newtsniffles]

just look my way | newt scamander x fem!reader

summary: (female) reader has had enough of newt looking the other way. one night she gets drunk and spills her heart out to him, telling him to just look her way.

rating: (T) alcohol consumption, angsty-ish? fluff

word count: 1.22k

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You would say you had no idea how you got here, but you had every idea. A wizard bar a few blocks away from the Goldstein residence, with an unknown amount of fire whiskey in your system. And even then, you could not forget the smiling face of Newton Scamander as he shared his findings with Tina.

You had come back to the apartment after a lovely brunch with Queenie and wanted to tell Newt all about the funny situation that had occurred while you were out. A man had tripped and fell into a waitress who in turn dropped the food she was holding onto another woman, who then fell off her chair. It was a whole domino effect. Much to your dismay, he was in deep conversation with Tina. Oh Tina, how you hated to love her. She was so kind to you, and almost impossible to hate. However, jealousy was a strong emotion, one that could easily overpower the strongest of people.

Newt was laughing, a rare occurrence. Tina was smiling along. While the whole situation seemed relatively innocent, you could not help the pain in your chest. That should be you, you have known him the longest. You know more about his creatures than any other soul on the Earth. You know his likes and dislikes, what can make the patient Hufflepuff tick. You knew that your heart beats for him, but you did not know if his heart felt the same. And Tina, was not helping.

The entire day was spent trying to get Newt's attention. Yes, he had responded if a direct question was asked, but often cut the conversation short to continue his talk with Tina.

"Newt, I have to tell you about what happened today!"

"Can we talk about it later? I'm discussing the Thunderbird's lifecycle with Tina."

That was how you ended up here. And can you just say, you were quite intoxicated. No one had even noticed you when you had walked out of the apartment in search of a wizard bar. You quite doubt that even now, anyone had realised you were gone.

Oh Newt. How you could go on forever. His milky complexion with freckles spread like the stars. The seafoam irises that you had learnt to appreciate oh so much due to his troubles in making eye contact. His gentle nature, the way he nurtured his creatures, the way he was there for you when no one else was. Well, except for now, because now, he was the source of your troubles.

But hell, he had no idea. It isn't like you ever told him your feelings. You can't expect the man to figure it out for himself. He was so oblivious, merlin's beard, he was so oblivious to anything that revolved around human social interaction.

"Another drink please," you grumbled to the house elf behind the bar and he filled your whiskey glass.

"I'm cutting you off after this one. Ain't a safe time to be walking around drunk, for witch or no-maj," he walked away, leaving you to your thoughts once more.

Even Newt's creatures knew how deeply you cared for him. You would speak to them often when he was busy, and it seemed they could understand what you were saying. They held their own type of love for the fluffy haired man. You especially spoke to Dougal. The demiguise understood you so well, as did you the demiguise.

With every passing second, lost in your thoughts, your head grew heavier. Eventually you had your head resting on your arms that lay across the surface in front of you. Closing your eyes, you pictured the man that was causing you so much anguish. It was almost like you could actually hear him talking to you.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!"

"Huh?" You lifted your head quickly from your arms, regretting it as the room started to spin. When your eyes began to focus, you noticed the man in the all to familiar blue coat standing in front of you.

"Blimey, how much have you had to drink?" He raises his brows in concern, stepping slightly closer. "You have no idea how worried I've been. You're harder to find than a demiguise." Newt grabs hold of your shoulders, trying to pull you off the stool you are sitting on.

"No," you grumble, clinging onto the seat.

"What's wrong?" He sighs. "You never drink, let alone this much."

"Nothing," you turn to face away from him and back to the bar.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine," Newt shrugs the coat of his shoulders, placing it around yours. "But at the least, I think it's best we get you home."

"I don't want to," you shrug it off, picking up the half finished fire whiskey in front of you. Newt bends down to pick it back up off the floor.

"Come on (Y/N)," he pulls the glass from your hands and places it out of reach. "You've had enough."

"Oh, so now you care," you laugh.

"What?"

"Just go home, Newt." You glance slightly over your shoulder.

"Not unless you come with me," he protests. "Please, tell me what's wrong," Newt's soft hand rests on your shoulder.

"You!" You shout, turning quickly to face him, his hand falling to his side. "You're what's wrong!"

"I- I don't-"

"All day, Newt. All day I have been trying to get your attention. Because that seems to be all I want, and I honestly can't even explain the feeling myself." You ramble on, with your voice slurred and slightly louder than normal. "I want to be with you all the time. I want you to hold me and laugh with me. I want you to look my way, but you seem to be looking in every other direction. Leta's, Tina's. Just look my way." Your hands curve to gesture to yourself. "Why can't you see me? Just look my way for once."

"I can see you," Newt looks to the ground as he speaks. "Believe me when I say, I see you more than I've ever seen anyone."

"Newt-"

"I look your way all the time. Whenever you aren't looking, I look. I didn't think you saw me. I'm awkward and have a case full of weird creatures that I get along with better than humans." His words were fast and jumbled together as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

"Really?" You stand from the stool with rosy cheeks, only to stumble forward into Newt's arms.

"Really," he blushes.

"Prove it," you lean in slightly. He leans his forehead on yours, while bringing his arms around your shoulders to wrap you in his far too big coat.

"When you're sober," he pulls his head back, smiling down at you. He had always loved how small you were compared to him.

"Nooo," you dragged on, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Now." Newt chuckled at your endearing behaviour.

"Come on, love. Let's get you home."

-

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"Ní mhaireann solas na maidine don lá." // "No morning sun lasts all day." - tríocha a hocht ✧ 38

summary: 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

*the only character I own is Tara. all other rights go to she-who-should-not-be-named

previous chapter ||

Tara glared forward at her reflection in the mirror.

She had been sitting there for the better half of the past hour, trying desperately to tame her hair into something that was the semblance of acceptable for the wedding that they were expected to be at fairly soon. 

In the end, with a huff of annoyed defeat, she had opted to simply wind the strands into two braids down and over her shoulders.

As she absentmindedly tugged at the ends, trying to force them to become the same length without her having to completely re-do them for the fifth time, she suddenly noticed that another figure had joined hers in the mirror's reflection.

Propped up in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile on his face, was Theseus. He was done up in a fairly smart-looking suit, but had clearly done next to nothing with his hair.

Tara silently cursed him for that. That man could go through an entire battle and somehow his hair would come out of it perfect.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, her hands falling into her lap.

Theseus let out a low laugh, pushing himself off of the wall and walking further into the room.

“Longer than you’d like, I’m sure.”

Tara rolled her eyes, running her hands down the front of her black dress a few, repetitive times. She then looked at Theseus’ reflection again, gesturing down with a wave.

“Well…how do I look?”

Theseus put on a false expression of pensiveness.

“Hmmm.” he mused for a moment. “I think you’re gonna have to change.”

Tara blinked in surprise.

“What? Why?”

A mischievous smile slowly appeared on the wizard’s face.

“I think you’re gonna upstage the bride.”

Tara felt her face ignite with heat, an embarrassed groan falling out of her throat as she severed eye contact in the mirror.

“Theseus Scamander I do not have time for this.” she grumbled.

The Auror simply continued to laugh.

Staring harshly at the mirror, Tara fought back the desire to once more re-braid her hair. Instead, she reached for the two, small black ribbons that were laying on the top of the desk. Bringing them each up to the bottom of the respective braids, she quickly tied them into bows.

As she did so, Theseus appeared behind her, his hands coming to a gentle rest on the tops of her shoulders.

When she inevitably dropped her hands from her hair, she hesitantly re-directed her attention back to the wizard's reflection.

There was a singular beat of silence before Theseus suddenly let out a breath, shaking his head from side to side.

“How in Merlin’s name did I get so lucky?”

All joking tones in his voice had gone. And the genuine awe that appeared in his eyes was something that Tara had in fact seen before but somehow, after everything that they had gone through these past five years…suddenly felt immensely different .

There had always been a part of her that had been overprepared to lose him. Having lost damn near everything and everyone else, she had constantly primed herself for that reality, every time one of them so much as walked out their front door. Or even, more buried in her subconscious, the reality in which he left of his own accord, upon deeming her nature far too much to deal with. She had been so ready for both those universes, no matter how much they would surely hurt to live in.

But this one…

The one in which she hadn’t lost him. The one in which his love for her only seemed to grow over the years just as furiously as hers did…she hadn’t been prepared for it.

Tara stood up from the chair, finally turning to face Theseus head-on. Her eyes took a long moment to dance across his expression, committing every inch of it to her memory before finally, a soft smile of her own made its way onto her face.

Reaching out, she gently ran her hands down the front of his suit, smoothing down the lapels a few times.

“If we’re going to talk about luck…” she started, glancing back up at his face. “I think I’m the winner there.”

With a pointed scoff, Theseus’ reached up to cover her hands with his own, keeping her palms pressed to his chest. 

“Is everything a competition to you?”

Tara smirked.

“Pretty much.”

With one last roll of his eyes, Theseus leaned down to press a quick, but purposeful kiss onto the witch’s lips.

“C’mon.” he mumbled as he pulled back. “We’re gonna be late.”

The two of them quickly grabbed their coats and wands before finally apparating out of their London homestead.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡☆ﾟ.･ ───

Tara and Theseus appeared on a mostly dark, sleepy, New York street a few moments later, the residual wind from their apparation blowing their hair slightly as they got their bearings. When they did, they noticed that the only real source of light, outside of the small lanterns that dotted the edges of the sidewalks, was pouring out of the front windows of a nearby building. The golden letters printed on the glass read; “Kowalski’s Bakery.”

Standing just outside the front door, was none other than the youngest Scamander brother. 

In his hand, Newt was holding a small piece of paper and was seemingly muttering under his breath as his eyes darted across what was printed there. He was pacing anxiously up and down the sidewalk as he did so.

Snow was gently falling all around them, with about two or so inches already coating the street. It was cold, but somehow still magical in its own right.

Tara’s eyes suddenly drifted past Newt, instead taking note of the semi-shadowy figure that was making its way towards the bakery, coming from the opposite direction that they had arrived in. As they passed underneath one of the streetlamps, the soft light briefly illuminated their face, causing Tara’s eyes to widen in slow recognition.

Theseus had made a move towards his brother, lips parting in what she assumed to be a greeting of some sort, so Tara quickly reached over and all but slammed her hand over his mouth. 

The Auror whipped his head towards her incredulously, but she just gestured back with her head, not daring to say a word.

“The maid of honor, I presume?” the Magizoologist spoke almost immediately as she had done so.

Tina Goldstein finally stepped out into the light of the bakery. There was a shy smile on her face, and her hands were buried deep within her jacket pockets as she stopped a few paces in front of Newt.

“The best man, I gather?” the witch replied warmly.

Theseus finally fell still, his realization setting in. So, Tara quickly dropped her hand from his face as the two of them continued to watch on in complete silence.

“You’ve done something with your hair?” Newt asked.

“No. Oh…well, yes, actually. Just for tonight.” Tina stumbled over a response.

“Well, it suits you.”

Tina beamed.

“Thank you, Newt.”

Tara found herself biting back a smile of her own.

Another crack of wind echoed over the otherwise quiet streets as a figure apparated into existence perfectly in the middle of the two groups of two.

Lally brushed her hair over her shoulder, her head tilting from side to side in order to greet everyone gathered there with a smile. At her arrival, Theseus and Tara deemed it safe enough to finally make their way closer to the bakery.

“Hello.” 

Newt reached out to gently place a hand on Tina’s waist.

“Look who’s here.” he said happily.

The assembled wizards began to exchange pleasantries, and Tara made a point to reach over with her free hand to shake Tina’s. She suddenly felt like a teenager again as she was formally introduced to the person her best friend had a crush on.

“How are you?”

“You look wonderful, Lally.”

“Well, thank you, Newt. I appreciate it.” the professor replied. She then gestured towards the piece of paper he was still clutching tightly in his hands. “Good luck.”

Newt winced.

Lally then turned to grab a pointed hold of Tina’s arm.

“Tina, come on. You must tell me how MACUSA’s been.” she said brightly, escorting the Auror inside the bakery.

Newt had made a step, as if to follow them, but stopped dead in his tracks. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, as if hearing something call out to him.

Following his gaze, Tara was quick to notice that there was a person sitting on the bench directly across the street from where they stood. He was safely obscured by the shadows, but even she could recognize the coat and hat that he was wearing.

“What about me?” Theseus called out to his brother, breaking the growing silence. “How do I look?”

Newt turned his head back to the two wizards still standing outside with him.

“You look fine.” he replied shortly, glancing down at his paper again.

Tara tilted her head to the side.

“You alright, Newt?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Theseus asked. “Can’t be nervous about a speech after saving the world.”

Newt didn’t respond. Instead, his attention briefly returned to the figure across the street. And when he did inevitably glance back at the couple, Tara just nodded her head over her shoulder. Wordlessly telling him to go.

With that permission, the Magizoologist was quick to trot across the snow-covered street, leaving behind a trail of footsteps as he went. He ultimately landed in front of the bench, beginning a soft conversation that neither of them could make out. 

Tara tilted her head up towards the sky, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing as snowflakes softly landed on top of her nose and cheeks. 

That’s when the front door of the bakery suddenly burst open.

“Hey, Newt!” Queenie’s high-pitched voice echoed out across the street.

Glancing back at the building in surprise, Tara found herself looking at the bubbly, blond American witch. She was fully done up in her brilliant white wedding dress, and was illuminated by the soft glow of the bakery lights, giving her already bright expression and excitable smile and even more enchanting glow. 

“Jacob seems to think he’s lost the ring!” Queenie continued to call out to the Scamander across the street. “Please tell me you’ve got it!” 

Newt looked down at his coat pocket for a moment before immediately picking his head back up.

“No, it’s all good!” he assured her.

At Tara’s side, Theseus let out a low rumble of a laugh.

Queenie sighed in relief, sending the wizards in front of her a quick smile in greeting before slipping back inside.

As Newt went back to speaking with Dumbledore, Tara found herself staring off into the middle-distance. 

At the mere mention of a ring, she had been rather violently brought back down to the earth. And the feeling of Theseus’ hand in hers was suddenly red hot. 

Eventually, Newt returned to their side of the street. They watched him pocket his speech, before offering them both a shy smile and disappearing inside the bakery without another word.

On the other side of the windows, they could see people flitting about, both Muggle and wizard alike. The wedding cake was also visible, propped up just behind the main counter, and clearly of Jacob’s own meticulous design.

Immediately after the door closed behind Newt, someone else came hurrying down the street. She wore a dress with a simple pattern of red roses printed on it, and was shuffling through the snow with some semblance of anxious urgency. 

Bunty didn’t even glance at Tara or Theseus before she was practically throwing open the bakery door and stumbling inside. 

At that, Theseus let out a small but amused scoff.

“We should probably head in too.” he noted, making a move towards the door.

But just before he could reach out and grab for the handle, he found himself met with subtle resistance, as the witch holding his hand remained completely stationary.

Peering back over his shoulder, the wizard raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“You alright?” he asked, immediately moving back into her personal space.

Tara’s expression was mostly blank, her eyes briefly darting across his face before forcing herself to swallow in an attempt to quell the growing dryness in her throat.

Maybe this was a bad idea. It had been so long since the last time after all. Perhaps he no longer even wanted to-

Tara quickly shook her head.

“Theseus…” she started, her words coming out in a barely audible whisper.

The Auror blinked.

“Yeah?”

Tara swallowed a second time.

“Ask me.” she finally managed to cough. “Ask me again. Please.”

Theseus’ reaction was slow setting. With every passing second, his eyes seemed to widen a fraction of an inch more. Snow had begun to collect on both of their shoulders at that point, as the entire world fell impossibly quiet around them.

A smile finally exploded across the man’s face, one of the widest that she had ever seen to date. He immediately slipped his hand out of hers in order to dive towards his pants and coat pockets instead, fumbling around for only a few seconds before producing a black, velvet box out in between them.

Tara let out a surprised scoff.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been carrying that with you all this time.” she said breathlessly.

Theseus stared back at her with all the sincerity in the world.

“Tara, I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen goddamn years old.” he declared. “You’re it for me. Always have been. And always will be. I was willing to be buried with this box in my pocket if you never did end up changing your mind.”

Tara felt the hot burn of tears beginning to materialize at the bottom of her eyes, and her chin had begun to tremble.

Theseus smiled once more before carefully lowering himself down into the snow, flicking the back of his suit jacket out slightly so he didn’t catch it on his heel as he did. Propped up one knee, Theseus held up the small box that was now resting gently in the center of his palm. 

Tara had to do her best to keep from breaking into a sob right then and there, before he had so much as spoken a word. She bit down hard on the inside of her bottom lip as she watched the Auror set his shoulders with a particularly deep breath.

“We live in a dangerous, violent world.” Theseus began to say, snowflakes continuing to pile on his head and shoulders. “And it’s terrifying to wake up every single day not knowing what is going to happen next. But when I do wake up, and it’s next to one of the boldest, strongest witches I have ever known…that terror is instantly gone. You are the very reason that I am able to do what I do, Tara. And I’ve always wished that I could become the same for you. Someone who you could feel safe with. Someone who you didn’t always have to be so damned headstrong around”

A teary laugh escaped Tara’s throat at that, playfully rolling her eyes. But by then, tears were already streaming down the sides of her faces.

“So, Tara Kelly…” Theseus started again, clicking the box open. “Will you give me the extraordinary honor of becoming your husband? Will you marry me?”

And there it was.

That very same stomach flip and drop that had overcome her every single time that he had asked her in the past. That same churning that would come every time he so much as whispered that he loved her. A warmth as sweet as honey and as hot as tea seeped through her body, and despite standing covered in a thin layer of snow, she was no longer cold.

She nodded, a wide smile lighting up her face.

“Yes.” she replied, as boldly as she could manage. “Yes, I will.”

Theseus was unable to hold back the giddy and downright boyish laugh that tumbled out of his throat. He immediately pushed himself back up and onto his feet, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

Taking a hold of her left hand, he slid a cold, metal band onto her fourth finger.

It fit perfectly.

Tara looked from it, to Theseus’ face, her eyes shining brightly.

“It’s silver.” she whispered.

Theseus’ eyes were also watering by that point.

“Yeah, well, you hate gold, so…”

Tara let out a quiet laugh.

“I do.”

With his free hand, Theseus encased the right side of her face, pulling her lips up to his in a flash. Tara’s arms immediately encircled the wizard’s neck, having to stand on the tips of her toes in order to tug him down to her height.

And it was in that moment that Tara found, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid.

She realized that there had not been a single moment in which she hadn’t been so. She had always feared the world around her, because it had constantly been doing horrible things to her and the people that she cared about the most. In response, she had been forced to build up the person that she paraded around; the tough and violent witch that could, and would, single-handedly take on anything that stood in her way. And while she had succeeded in most of those endeavors…she had always been terrified.

But then there was Theseus Scamander. Stumbling into her life and somehow lighting it up a tenfold. Whether it was him patching up her injuries in the Hufflepuff common room, rescuing her from Grindelwald, or defending her within the walls of the Ministry…he had always been there.

And now she knew, that with him, she no longer had to be afraid.

When the two of them eventually separated, they were terribly reluctant to abandon their shared oxygen.

Tara slid her hands back down to his chest, and there they remained for a moment as she felt the far away, but rapid beating of his heart.

Theseus was smiling back down at her, his eyes clouded with tears and pure, unaltered love. He gently bumped his forehead up against hers, letting out a low chuckle.

“Guess fourth times a charm, huh?” he whispered.

“Shut up, Scamander.” she muttered in return, tugging him down for another quick kiss.

Despite wanting to stay there on the snowy sidewalk forever, they both knew that it they remained outside for any longer, they were in danger of not only catching a cold, but missing the ceremony completely. So eventually, they did manage to untangle themselves just enough for them to meander back towards the front door of the bakery.

As they stepped into the warm light flowing out of the window, Theseus swiftly brought her left hand, which he now had a rather possessive hold of, up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Tara Scamander…” he mumbled as he dropped it again. “...kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Uh, who said I was the one taking your name?”

Theseus instantly let out a low groan, even while pulling the door open for her.

“You are going to be the death of me, woman.”

Tara let out a wild giggle, leaning up to kiss him one last time before slipping inside the bakery, pulling a dopey Theseus along with her.

The small group had quickly sat themselves down into the small cluster of fold-out chairs packed into the middle of the quaint shop. The witnesses consisted of Tina, Lally, Bunty, Newt, Jacob’s singular employee Albert, and a few other members of both the magical and non-magical families of the bride and groom.

Queenie, decked out in her lovely lace wedding dress, had finally landed in front of Jacob and the minister, and the Muggle baker looked absolutely awestruck. 

“Wow. You’re so beautiful.” he said out loud, causing a chorus of “aww’s” to fill the room.

Queenie let out a soft laugh as the ceremony itself began.

At some point during the remarks, Tara had snaked her arms around one of Theseus’, leaning her head over to rest snugly against his shoulder. On her face was a faint but content smile that did not leave for the remainder of the evening.

Tara Kelly was 41 years old when she decided who the love of her life was. He was two years older than her, he was a prick, and his name was Theseus Scamander.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡☆ﾟ.･ ───

[The End]

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[newtinaposts]

NOT TO BE RUDE BUT SCAMANDER BROTHERS WHO?

[auroralokidottir124]

(via To Kill A Man)

[newtsniffles]

hard day | newt scamander x fem!reader

summary: newt comes home after having his travel ban lift declined once again, but you're there to let him know that in the end, it will all work out.

word count: 597

A/N: yes, it is short. yes, i wrote this the day before a maths exam. enjoy :)

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You had been laying on the couch for the last hour, curled under a blanket with a book as the winter air frosted the windows of your boyfriend's London home. He had left in the hazy light of the early morning for the ministry. Being unable to travel internationally after New York has left the poor man struggling to figure out what to do with himself, especially after finishing his book.

Snapping your head up to the sound of the front door opening and closing, the familiar man and his blue coat walk into the living room. Instantly, you knew by the disappointed look on his face that he had been denied the lift on his ban once more.

"Denied again?" You ask softly, removing the blanket from over yourself and placing the worn out book on the coffee table. Newt nods his head, eyes trained on the floor. You lift yourself from the couch, wrapping your arms around his waist. In turn, he wraps his around you and lets his nose nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

"Theseus and Leta invited us to dinner again," he mumbles.

"I know you don't want to go," you pulled back and placed your hands on both his cheeks to force him to meet your eyes.  His own hands dropping to your hips. "But they've been inviting us for months now. We really should go, love."

"I know," Newt sighs, allowing his eyes to fall down again.

"Hey," you move one of your hands to play with the hairs on the back of his neck as he leans into your touch. "Don't get dejected. It'll all work out in the end, yeah?"

"Yeah," he allows his seafoam irises to meet yours again for a longer period of time. "Were the creatures good while I was gone?"

"For the most part. I had to chase the niffler around for a bit, but I caught him eventually," you chuckle, earning a little laugh from Newt in return. "I believe he is now asleep, cuddling the spoon I used to lure him with. Bunty is down working with the others."

"Little bugger, he can't go a day without causing trouble." Newt presses his lips to your forehead.

"Adds to his character," you shrug and allow your arms to fall back down and around Newt's waist. Your head burying into his chest. "Do you have much left to do? I want to start the fire and cuddle on the couch."

"Just need to feed a few creatures and check on the kelpie," he answers, rubbing his large hand up and down your back. "But that sounds lovely, darling."

"Ok," you pull back with a smile on your face. His attitude had picked up from when he walked in the door until now. "I'm gonna go take a shower while you finish up," you stand on your toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. His hand coming up to cup your cheek gently.

"I'll go as quick as I can," he mumbles against your lips.

"You better," you smirk and swiftly peck his lips once more, walking towards the bathroom to shower. "Oh," you turn back around, "if Bunty asks you to take off your shirt for the kelpie, you best leave it on."

"Of course, love." A radiant smile grows on Newt's face.

"Ok, go go, hurry."

[helloscamanderbrothers]

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[bvmyoart]

Jacob trying to convince Newt to have a snack while they are tracking Tina's whereabouts. And Newt so focus to find Tina as soon as possible didn't let him even eat half-croissant. Poor baby. No wonder he's looking for food when they have arrived in Flamel's house.

On a side note, Newt was that focus on finding Tina. I hope Jacob gets to eat after everything that had happened in Paris.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

“My father owned a very strange family tree. It only recorded the men...the women in my family were recorded as flowers. Beautiful. Separate.” - Leta Lestrange, “Crimes of Grindelwald ———•——— I’m in love with my new tattoo ☺️ ———•——— Tags: {#newtina #newtscamander #fbawtft #fantasticbeastsandwheretofindthem #crimesofgrindelwald #tinagoldstein #porpentinagoldstein #eddieredmayne #katherinewaterston #danfogler #alisonsudol #jakweenie #jacobkowalski #queeniegoldstein #jkrowling #macusa #credencebarebone #ezramiller #johnnydepp #gellertgrindelwald #fantasticbeaststhecrimesofgrindelwald #theseusscamander #callumturner #nagini #letalestrange #zoekravitz #nifflers #niffler #makeup #beauty} (at Kingston upon Thames) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsZDKT_hdCj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bymif253fgad

[snitchseekerofficial]

‪We also said a quick HI to our pal @danfogler at @wbtourlondon today — he was checking out the Hogwarts Express, ready to board for his trip to school! #Gringotts 🚂‬ #fantasticbeasts #fantasticbeastsmovie #fantasticbeastsandwheretofindthem #fantasticbeastscrimesofgrindelwald #harrypotter #jacobkowalski https://www.instagram.com/p/BvxN8XNlZAz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=blg3ib0rl502

[english-coffee]

Brotherly Love (ft. The Scamander Brothers)

The realization hits Thesues like a ton of bricks.

Leta LeStrange, his best friend, the love of his life, is dead. There wasn’t even a body left to bury and visit in the graveyard, no, she wasn’t even a particle of dust.

She was gone, within the blink of an eye, a snap of a thumb.

The adrenaline of the fight against whatever the beast was that Grindelwald released had kept his emotions at bay, kept his heart pumping fast and hard against his rib cage.

But here they are now, the fire beast extinguished and Theseus can’t think straight.

They were going to be married in two weeks, bride and groom. They were going to start a family, and Theseus and her were going to retire and travel the world when they grew old and their hair turned gray.

They were going to do so much together.

“Theseus...” Newt’s voice cuts through the thick fog of tension in the air, hesitatingly and with a great gentleness. “I’m so sorry, Brother.”

The use of ‘brother’ strikes the final cord in Theseus’ heart and he breaks down, tears finally finding their way down his cheeks.

“Leta’s gone, Newt.” He wonders if his younger brother feels as great of pain as he does.

He knows Newt and Leta had had a very close relationship during their Hogwart years, two outcasts who relished in the love of one another.

“I know, Thesues. I know.” Newt sniffles, and Theseus almost wishes he would cry too. Newt had taught himself to lock away his sadness after their parents had passed, he’d said it was because he didn’t want to trouble Theseus when he already had so much on his plate.

Theseus wishes Newt would trouble him now.

“There’s nothing we can do for her now, Thesues—“ Newt’s voice is suddenly in his ear and suddenly Newt is embracing him, holding him close just like Leta did. “I’m so sorry.”

(Ask fill for @peacenohate4all sorry it kinda got rushed and is a little off canon!)