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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

[jordyn-b-barnes]

Moon & Stars - Beautifully Broken For Your (on Wattpad & Ao3) 

Syd reveals a hidden part of her past. Bucky and Steve reconnect. An unexpected guests is dealt with. 

**New chapters posted every Sunday** (AU/not canon compliant)

[cjbourque3321]

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[ladymonterosa]

A chaotic awakening - Jordan Li (on Wattpad)

 The reader wakes up with a slight headache and the feeling of having slept uncomfortably, immediately recognizing the chaotic environment of her partner Jordan's room. The previous night's party is still a blurred memory of music, laughter, and kisses under neon lights. When she realizes it's late and classes are about to start, she tries to wake Jordan, who has no intention of getting up.

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Hogwarts Legacy: Solace and Sorcery Chapter 1-The Beginning

Hello! I have just published the first chapter to my very first ongoing Hogwarts Legacy fanfic, Solace and Sorcery! I would very much appreciate it if you went and read it, even give feedback or leave a comment or like! Here is a small excerpt with the links to both Wattpad and Ao3 down below :)

"A loud crack tears through the sky and the lightning comes a bit closer. It was only when a stray bolt came mere inches from her cottage that she looked up.

'W-what’s happening?' She asks herself quietly, tears streaking down her face as she looks around. Light had flashed and she now realizes that a storm is happening around her all while she is mourning. More things come into focus as she retains her perspective of everything around her. She feels…a hum of sorts around her. This hum is followed by a vibration in her hands, giving her an odd feeling in her body. It didn’t hurt–rather it felt like something was happening to her, something she couldn’t explain. Looking down at her hands, the tears freeze in her eyes as they become wide, recording what she is seeing below. Her hands are enveloped by a bluish white light, exactly the color of the flash of light she saw earlier. Upon seeing this, she does what any depressed, grieving, shocked young girl would do and passes out."

[user230507021118079]

"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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Moon & Stars - Dreams Can Come True (on Wattpad) 

Syd’s back in the field, but Steve and Bucky have a surprise or two for her.

END OF BOOK ONE, BOOK TWO STARTS MARCH 31st.

**New chapters posted every Sunday** (AU/not canon compliant)

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Dillion's Where the Heart is Masterlist (Tim Riggins x OFC)

Summary: Isolated for her love of art over football, Catherine Barton doesn't keep many friends. She cares for people, but some people don't care much about her. Because of her helpful and caring heart, Catherine finds herself in the life of Tim Riggins, a guy she's known most of her life with minimal interaction. She can't help but let him find a place in her big heart.

Follow Catherine and Tim through their growth together as they learn how to navigate life in Dillon and navigate their own relationship.

** means the chapter has a potentially triggering situation/topic in it

Savin' Your Ass

I Don't Want the Attention

Sort of Friends

Let's Party

High School is a Bitch

Back in Dillon

Down to Mexico

Pantherama

I Don't Like That Guy

Messy Weather

I Love You, Tim Riggins

Bad Always Comes With the Good**

I'm Sure

What About After High School?

Texas Forever, Street

33's Comin' Home With Me

Goin' to the Chapel

I'd Rather Be in Dillon

Love and War

Puppy Love

We'll Be Okay

It's All For Billy

How is He?

Re-adjustin'

A Long Way From Texas

Do Ya Wanna?

Work to Do (BONUS)

Reconciliation (BONUS)

My Favorite Subject (BONUS)

I'm Gonna Marry You (BONUS)

There and Gone (BONUS)

What Do We Do Now? (BONUS)

[hikarikurai24587]

So I made a small mistake yesterday with this picture, I meant for her ears to be like bear ears but my sisters pointed out that they looked more like panther ears. So I fixed that.

[princessmisery666-library]

Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

[ladysif8]

🍩Sweet Heat🍩

Bucky Barnes/Original Female Character

Rated: G

Status: Complete

Word Count: 8,132

Summary:

Fireman Bucky Barnes discovers the delicious doughnuts of Chubby Dough while at the local Farmers Market, and he is instantly smitten. When he meets Aria, the quirky doughnut goddess herself, sparks fly between them. However, fate intervenes when Bucky is called away on duty, missing the chance to get her number. Weeks later, fate as their paths cross again when Bucky receives a call about a cat stuck in a tree, which turns out to be Aria's.

You can read this Ao3 or Wattpad

[verididens]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62491891/chapters/161572201

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Orange Rogue

Y/N Engelbrecht, migrated to Los Angeles California about a year ago from (choose desired country), to get away from her past and make a new life for herself. Things seem to go perfect for her the minute she lands on American soil, she lands herself the perfect job at the hottest and newest Miramar Playa Hotel Jr. owned by the Evans family as the financial accounting manager but with a little twist. Everything is perfect and stable for her as she loves and enjoys her job, the staff respects and likes her and she's very close friends with her boss Stevie Evans; whom runs the M.J(Miramar Jr.) for the family on California front. Things are perfect that is until the week of the one-year anniversary of the opening the M.J, when unbeknownst to the staff a special guest had arrived and was monitoring their going about under disguise.

CHT1

[johannepetereric]

Ok, for this Vanguard x Buddyfight gay tumblr series I talked about and posted for, Tasuku Sendou has two other siblings:

Renzou Sendou/Suzugamori, son of Aichi and Ren, redhead-blue eyes, age 11 at the start of Buddyfight canon. Shadow Paladin or Murakumo. Runs around Asteroid HQ all day, so he has quite the bit of muscle strength and stamina (to carry his little sis). Meme-er, mischievous.

Kasuka (decided that today, with the help of Pinterest and a daydream of Psyqualia transports all three to the start of the Vanguard reboot) Sendou, daughter of Kaichi, brown hair-blue eyes, age 6 at the start of Buddyfight canon. Kagero or Nova Grappler (extremely rare, for emotional reasons). Mostly mute (defense mechanism), uses JSL and ASL. Empath. Helps others hide from their emotions. All the CFV-anything cast learn JSL to understand her. Loves piggy-back rides. Best Secret-Keeper.

In this AU, the Sendou family, minus the Katsuragis and Shizuka, video call Toshiki almost every night or day while he’s away being an international Pro Cardfighter.

Uhhhhh, Pinterest failed me again. I can’t find any Kaichi kids other than chibi-Aichis and Tasuku, so...take a guess???

And all five have Psyqualia (yes, I’m giving Toshiki Psyqualia), overpowered via Author Powers, and Deadpool respects Kasuka for being about the break the 4th wall with Psyqualia and Narnia her way to almost anywhere.

Also, can someone make a (preferably colored) fan art of Toshiki and Ren looking at each other Aichi’s shoulders on opposite sides on him, using that lightning-wrath-stare on each other? They’re fighting over Aichi in it and Aichi’s just smiling at the camera.

Finally, I apologize to the reboot fans (which is just about everyone other than me), but I highly dislike the reboot so far. Too many reasons for that, but I have to admit that there are some good parts. That’s a relief. And I’m coming around to its opening. The ending is pretty Kaichi-gay, so I give a pass for cuteness and its lovely Melody of sunshine, hope, rainbows, bells, etc.