Newt Scamander Preferences

When You Finally Become Mr/Mrs Scamamder

"Do you, (Your Full Name), take Newton Artemis Fido Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the vicar waited for your response.

Tears filled you eyes. This had to be the happiest day of your life. The day you married Newt. The day you both got to spend the rest of your lives together.

"I do." You nodded and met Newt's eye contact, there were tears in his eyes too but a huge grin spread across his face.

Newt could find no words to describe how beautiful you looked.

When you had walked up the aisle (without tripping), he could have sworn that his heart had stopped. You looked so undeniabley esquisite in your (insert description of your preferred wedding outfit).

"And do you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, take (Your Full Name) to be your lawfully wedded beloved?"

This was it, the moment when you would spend the rest of your lives together.

Queenie rested her head on Jacob's broad shoulder, whilst he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He kissed the top of her head, smiling.

The youngest Goldstein female watched as her best friend stood at the front of the church, a smile on your face so big, Queenie feared that your head would split in half.

You were marrying the man of your dreams. Everything was as it should be.

Queenie was happy. Happy that her whole family was now happy. Happy that everything had run smoothly and that Tina looked absolutely stunning in her bridesmaid dress (periwinkle blue truly was her colour). Happy that she was with the guy of her dreams too. Happy would be the word to describe this occasion. She almost felt giddy with the emotion.

He watched from the back of the building, making sure to stay hidden behind a stone pillar.

He watched as you smiled at your in-moments-to-be-husband. Your eyes lit up as you gazed at your beloved. You had looked at him like that once upon a time.

He watched as you exchanged rings and vows. He considered what he would have said, had he been the one marrying you.

"I do."

That was it.

He watched as you were officially pronounced married. The crowd cheering and whooping, throwing confetti in to the air in celebration.

The elderly Vicar smiled. "I now pronounce you married, you may now kiss."

The entire congregation burst into applause as Newt swept you into a romantic embrace.

"I love you." the auburn-haired male whispered.

You giggled in response and wiped a tear from your eye. "I love you too, husband."

The hidden male watched as you and your husband, ran up the aisle, hand in hand. You were both showered in more glitter, petals, rice and confetti.

He watched as you walked straight passed him, knowing that even without being hidden in the shadows, you wouldn't have noticed his presence. Why would you? He was but a mere ghost with nowhere to haunt.

Percival Graves slipped out the building and into the bright sunshine of the day, as he walked away from you. His mind focused on the time when he would reappear in your life...

XOX

The Champagne flowed freely. The music was in full swing. You and Newt, the happy couple had hired the band from a speakeasy that Tina recommended. So romantic.

As you danced together in the middle of the dance floor, your arms found themselves to be looped around your husbands neck and his own, around your waist.

You leaned your forehead against his, closed your eyes and enjoyed the pleasant atmosphere. "Enjoying yourself, (Mr/Mrs) Scamander?" his velvet voice whispered huskily in your ear.

You felt yourself shiver as he whispered the name '(Mr/Mrs) Scamander'. That was you now. (Y/N) Scamander. You loved the way he said it in his soft, British accent. It sounded so prefect. "Oh yes. How about you, Mr Scamander?"

He chuckled, such a wonderful sound. "I am enjoying myself so much that," he paused, an amused smile played upon his lips. "I don't want this moment to end."

"I couldn't agree more, let's spend the rest of our life like this."

"Mmm, it sounds so good when you say it." he purred. "Say it again."

"Let's spend the rest of our life like this."

He contendly sighed. "I can't believe we're married."

"Neither can I."

"I feel different."

"In what way?"

"I feel...I feel really, really happy."

There it was again, Reader, that word 'happy', it seemed to be an infectious emotion. Are you happy?

"So do I." you smiled at him, as you gazed into those ice-blue of his eyes that, were so full of love. A love for you.

Life overall could be a brilliant roller coaster of surprises and love. Love- you adored that word. Love had brought Newt into your life (actually it was mutual hate but let's not go there) and you into his. You both owed a lot to love.

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A/N: Smut. Next. Chapter. And then? Draaaaaaaammmaaaaaaaa.