These Happy, Magical Years; A Newtina Fanfic

The Fourth Reason

Tina balanced carefully on the beam above a habitat that Newt had created. She liked to watch Newt work from this angle, where he couldn't really see her, so that she could see everything about him. He was extremely good-looking, and he was so sweet around his creatures. She watched him care for a baby nundu, giving it a bottle. Nundu's are dangerous, she remembered. Their breath causes disease. She watched his muscles flex under his thin shirt. She watched his eyes transform colors several times from green to blue. She watched his hair as the breeze ruffled it a little, revealing a bit more of his face. She watched him bite his lower lip, leaving small teeth marks on it. She was certain that she would never take any of his features for granted.

Suddenly, she found herself losing her balance. She swayed dangerously before falling of the edge of the beam. She braced herself to hit the hard earth, but instead, she felt a pair of soft, warm arms catch her. Newt was holding her in his arms in a sort of bridal carry. He blushed madly, but Tina tucked her head into his neck and placed a hand over his heart, feeling it's familiar beat. It was silent for a second. "You alright, Tina?" Newt asked, his voice timid. "I've never been better," she replied. Newt attempted to put her down, but she held fast, so Newt carried her to his shed. "Reason Number Four; you've always been there to catch me," she said, her face still buried into his neck. She felt him blush. "I-I'm not really sure-" Tina placed a hand over his mouth, silently begging him not to say anything. She traced his bottom lip with her thumb, feeling the bite marks that lined them. "I love you," she whispered.

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Credence stumbled through the forests of England. He had never felt so lost in his life. He collapsed on the forest floor, sobbing. Suddenly, he felt a pair of soft hands on his back. He rolled over on the snowy ground to see a young girl about thirteen years old looking at him. Soft, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair. "Who are you?" he croaked, feeling weak. "My name is Caoimhe Scamander," the girl replied.