Newt Scamander Preferences

When He Falls In Love With...

Newt Scamander gazed at the beautiful girl lying beside him. Leta, the one thing that mattered to him.

He could have stared at that angelic face for hours. It was those lips though, those lips were what he loved the most about her. They made him feel safe. Adored. They spoke only words of encouragement. She was his Guardian Angel.

She had waited for him to return to her when he had stupidly chosen to love (y/n).

Now, Leta lay blissfully beside him.

He vowed to show here everyday  how much he respected and valued her. She was perfect.

"Newt?" a melodic voice whispered.

"Hmm?" the corners of his lips turning up into a charming smile.

Rolling onto her back, Leta turned her head to stare at the beautiful male. "What are you thinking so deeply about?"

Tenderly, Leta wrapped his arms around his lover. "I was," he placed a kiss on her jaw. "thinking about...your lips."

She tipped her head back and laughed gently. Oh how Leta loved that answer. "Good reply."

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A/N: We return to you and Graves tomorrow. And maybe Tina...