NEW STORY TIME! This first oneshot was the winner of the poll on my profile, which has now been closed. I decided, after beginning to edit this, to make it into a series of cute fluffy oneshots set during Tina's visit to London, hence the name of the story. Don't expect regular updates until the summer, and even then this will be being written at the same time as my 30 chapter fic that I'm planning on writing with a friend. For now though, enjoy this little oneshot and hopefully they're not too out of character!

This oneshot was inspired by the top item on a list by Tumblr user newt-and-pickett – "He would constantly look at you in amazement, because he feels so lucky to be with you."

It was late 1927, and Tina's first visit to London. She hastily got out of the taxi she'd been sat in for the best part of 2 hours after the boat had docked at Southampton and although she refused to admit it to herself, she was terrified. This was all new territory to her - she'd never left New York before. But when she thought of the man she was here to see, her fear subsided somewhat and was replaced with sheer excitement.

The taxi had parked in front of a large building; what looked like a train station. On looking up she saw she was right. A sign near the entrance read Metropolitan Railway - Kings Cross & St Pancras Station. Nervously, she got her luggage out of the trunk of the taxi and paid the driver, her hands fumbling with English No-Maj currency. Then the taxi drove away without a second glance. She was now alone in this alien terrain. She looked around somewhat nervously, her fear beginning to resurface. He was supposed to be here. He said he'd wait for her outside Kings Cross. Typical she thought, smiling to herself despite her fear. She picked her way through the throng of people moving towards the station, her New York City experience coming in useful. When she finally reached the huge concrete building she looked up in bewilderment. What towered above her was like no building she'd ever encountered in New York. Three pillars made up the outside, in between which were huge arched windows curving above the lower sloped roof over the entrance of the station. Atop the central pillar was a clock reading five minutes to eleven. No-Maj commuters hurried in and out of the station in their sharp suits and carrying their briefcases, not even glancing at their surroundings as they rushed towards the nearest taxi, probably late for a meeting.

As she started to enter the station, she felt a hand pull her to one side, behind a nearby pillar. She turned and there he was. With his tousled auburn fringe hiding one of his green-blue eyes, and his freckled face smiling affectionately at her. The collar of his peacock blue overcoat was up on one side, so she gently smoothed it down again and smiled up at him, unable to help it. "You lied. You said you'd wait outside." she told him, placing her suitcase on the ground and folding her arms.

"Hello to you too." he laughed, "Sorry, I was running late and I couldn't exactly Apparate outside the entrance in front of all these muggles." Mercy Lewis, his British accent was still irresistible.

"Of course you were running late." she took hold of the front of both his lapels. "But I forgive you." she said smiling.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, my love." he laughed then leaned down to kiss her softly, once on the lips. "I've missed you." he murmured as they slowly broke off to lean on each other's foreheads.

"I've missed you too. It's been too long." she laced her fingers around the back of his neck, and felt him put both his arms around her waist. Then she thought of something. "Newt?"

"Yes?"

"Why here?" she was curious, why Kings Cross of all places?

He grinned. "I thought you might ask. You see, it's the 1st September today. The day that Hogwarts students go back on the Hogwarts Express. I thought it only fitting that your first experience of the British wizarding world should be here."

Tina was confused, she hadn't noticed any magical children heading into the station. But when she looked now, she could see several nervous looking first-year students with their families, pushing trolleys with leather trunks and cages containing all manner of owls and cats. Then when she looked again she saw older students striding in with their own trolleys, knowing exactly where they were going. It shocked her to see the magical community so openly displaying evidence of their magic in front of the No-Maj's (Muggles, she mentally corrected herself. What a ridiculous name. Where do the English get their ideas?). It was then she remembered that in England laws surrounding the International Statute of Secrecy were much more lenient than those in America. "How do they get to the Hogwarts Express?" she asked, curious.

"Follow me." Newt simply said and, giving her a second to pick up her suitcase, took her hand - his infamous case in the other. He lead her further into the station, and towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10. "The train leaves from Platform 9 ¾ in two minutes. Come on." he was still grinning, enjoying this immensely. When she looked around, she could see students running at the wall with their trolleys, instantly vanishing. She was still holding his hand, so when he ducked through the wall, so did she.

On the other side of the wall was Platform 9 ¾. A huge train, scarlet and gold, waited at the platform, steam billowing from its chimney. On the front of the train was a red plaque reading Hogwarts Express in gold letters. They watched from a distance (Tina wondered why Newt was sticking to the shadows, then remembered he was a famous author now) as parents said emotional goodbyes to their children and the children boarded the train. When Tina glanced at Newt, she saw a wistful, nostalgic look in his eyes. In her mind's eye she could see a lanky, ginger, freckled 11 year old boy rushing across the platform towards the train, wearing robes that were slightly too short and pushing a trolley holding a trunk far too wide for his wiry frame.

Then the whistle blew at dead on eleven o'clock, and everyone on the platform stood back, watching the train depart in a mass of white steam.

As soon as the train left, parents and young siblings of the students who had just left on the train started back towards the wall. Without a word Newt lead her back through and from the cover of a pillar between platforms 9 and 10, Disapparated.

They Apparated into the study of a small, cluttered apartment. Papers and manuscripts covered every surface, along with moving sketches of Bowtruckles, Nifflers, Thunderbirds, Demiguises, Occamies, Erumpents and even some creatures Tina didn't recognise. A map of the world was on the wall, with various silver pins representing a different creature at different places on the map. A separate, enlarged map of the British Isles was next to it, with yet more pins. A typewriter was on the desk in amongst all of the papers and manuscripts, a half-finished paragraph on the parchment. Despite the mess, though, Tina got the impression that she was looking at organised chaos.

"Terribly sorry about the mess." Newt immediately apologised when he saw Tina looking around.

"Why are you English so obsessed with apologising for everything?" When he shrugged she added, "It's very you."

He chuckled then started to lead her into the next room, "This way." He hung his coat on a hook in the hallway and took hers off for her as she removed her hat, before hanging them both on another hook. Both left their suitcases in the hallway before he took her through to the lounge space, which was not much bigger than the study. There were manuscripts and sketches in here too, but not quite as many. Just the odd few here and there.

It was then, upon seeing a comfortable seat, that Tina realised just how tired she was. She'd been on a boat for a week, not to mention the fact that the time difference was catching up with her. She sank onto the nearest old, worn fabric sofa, mismatched with the two armchairs in the room. Newt sat next to her and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and his hand rested on her waist.

"You must be awfully tired." he said gently, kissing the top of her head.

"I am. I barely got any sleep on that boat." Tina smiled as she closed her eyes, settling down more and taking in his familiar scent of parchment and herbs.

"I completely understand. Take as long as you need." he kissed the top of her head again and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

As she slept, Newt watched her. She was so beautiful asleep; she just seemed so peaceful, temporarily oblivious to the world around her. He stroked her dark chocolate hair with his free hand. It was soft, obviously freshly washed. He continued to watch her with amazement, wondering how it was that he of all men ended up with a woman as wonderful as Tina. It was completely beyond his understanding. They were two completely different people on the outside - she was American, he was English. She was an Auror at MACUSA, and he was a magizoologist who was halfway through the second edition of his book. But on closer inspection, they were in fact very like-minded people. Both of them were passionate about what they did, both would give their lives to fight for what they believed in, and both of them had difficulty trusting other people for their own personal reasons. Still, when he first met her in a back street of New York in 1926, he'd never have thought in a million years that he would be courting her. He'd always thought, since they met, that she was well out of his league. Yet here she was, asleep on his chest with her arms around him, and he was holding her as she slept.

After a couple of hours (during which time he briefly fell asleep too) she stirred. He woke up, detecting the slight shift in her position, and watched her eyes flutter open slowly and sleepily. She slowly looked up at him. "Were you watching me sleep?" she asked, the beginnings of a smile on her face. She couldn't help but smile in his presence. He had one of those auras.

"Perhaps." he replied, "Although admittedly I nodded off too."

"That's borderline creepy, Newt." she laughed softly, placing a hand on his jaw.

He blushed. "I'm sorry, but you're just as beautiful asleep as you are awake." It was true.

"You're sweet, but I've never been considered - nor have I ever considered myself to be - beautiful."

"Nonsense. You're the most beautiful witch I've ever had the fortune to come across." he slowly caressed her jaw with a hand that felt slightly calloused and scarred. When she simply smiled in response, too tired to refute his statement, he added, "How I ended up with you is beyond me.

At this she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. His eyes looked right back into hers for once. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I don't know what I could've possibly done to deserve you."

She sighed. "Newton Scamander, you are the kindest, most loyal and most selfless man I have ever met. You saved my life, remember?"

"I suppose there's that."

"You suppose? I owe you my life! 5 more seconds and I would've died in that death potion!" When he looked into her eyes he could see that she was silently reliving what had transpired in the death cell at MACUSA the previous year, and he ran his fingers through her hair again in silent comfort. When he didn't say a word, she added, "There is no man in the world that deserves me more than you. So you shush."

"But-" he started but he never finished.

She put a finger to his lips and said, "What did I just say? Shut up. You do deserve me. We deserve each other."

"We look like quite an odd couple." he mused.

"So? I thought you'd be the last person to be bothered about that."

"I'm not bothered about it."

"Good. Because I'm not either. If people don't like it, they'll have to deal with it."

He couldn't think of a response to that, so he simply put his forehead against hers. Then after a few moments he murmured, "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have a woman like you, Porpentina Goldstein."

"And I'm the luckiest woman to have you. Now just shush." Her voice too was a murmur, and then she put her hand to the back of his head and pulled him towards her, pressing her lips to his.

Hope you enjoyed! If you want to, leave a review, they'll be much appreciated.

Peace!