If you're a regular reader of mine, I know what you're thinking. The next chapter of Absence is coming. I haven't started writing it yet but it will be up at some point. I've got a lot on my plate right now and I'm struggling a little bit. But I'll be okay, I'm working on sorting myself out.

But in the meantime, here's something I wrote earlier, set post-Crimes of Grindelwald.

Quotes are taken from season 5, episode 7 of my favourite TV show EVER, a British family drama called Wild At Heart. You're gonna see a lot of quotes from that show in this oneshot collection, there's just too many good ones!

Just as a quick disclaimer, there's something about this oneshot that I'm not entirely happy with and I'm not sure what it is but I'm gonna upload it anyway. So please be nice.

Quote(s): "Demanding already?"/"You bet."

He finds her walking along a corridor also serving as the entrance to the Hogwarts courtyard. "Tina?"

She turns to look at him, and his breath hitches. The way she's looking at him, eyes wide, hair windswept, lips slightly parted…it's all he can do not to just kiss her there and then. "How did it go?" she asks, of the meeting with Dumbledore.

"Oh, it was okay, I suppose." Newt doesn't really want to talk about it – he has more important things on his mind.

"That doesn't sound encouraging." She chuckles.

"Well-we have a plan. Of sorts. But I'll tell you later-there's something else I want to say."

She doesn't say anything, just looks at him with a kind of gentle encouragement.

"Tina, I-I feel like we were interrupted back at the French Ministry."

She chuckles, and he could've sworn she was blushing a little. "Yes, I suppose we were."

"What I was trying to say back there, Tina, is…is that you…you're the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I've ever had the great fortune to set eyes on." It's then that Newt remembers Jacob's words before they'd left for Paris. "I-I can't stop thinking about you, Tina. For the last year, I've been…I've been losing sleep for thinking about you. And the reason I went to Paris…was to find you. All I wanted to do was to tell you that I wasn't engaged and that I wanted to give you my book and that you should leave Achilles Tolliver because I'm in love with you." Newt's last sentence comes out in a rush, and as soon as he realises how much he's said, he feels a blush creeping onto his face.

Tina's eyes are shining when he dares to look at her. She looks astonished too. "You…came to Paris…for me?"

"Yes. Tina, I'd been trying and trying to get my travel ban lifted so I could come to New York and give you my book…and see you again. So when I found out you were in Paris, I thought 'sod the travel ban'and came to find you anyway. It was long, long overdue, and I couldn't wait any longer."

She chuckles tearfully, "And here I was thinking you were ignoring me."

Newt felt tears pricking at his eyes now. Suddenly feeling bold, he stepped forward and placed a hand on Tina's jaw. "Oh, Tina. Never."

Tina took a deep breath and leant into his touch before speaking again. "Newt…listen. I've thought of you every day since you left New York. I bought your book, and I read it cover to cover. It's funny, because…this is gonna sound silly, but when I was reading it, it was like you were reading it to me. I could hear your voice. I…I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I didn't know how to deal with it when I found out…or when I stupidly thought…that you were engaged. So I started seeing Achilles. I promise, we only went for coffee twice. It wasn't anything serious. In all honesty, it was to distract myself from the fact that…that you were engaged and I couldn't have you. Because I'm in love with you, too." She looked up at him expectantly with those beautiful salamander eyes, tears starting to fall.

Newt lets her finish speaking before leaning his forehead to hers, letting his own tears finally fall. Neither of them speak for a moment. He seeks out her hand, and she takes it. Both close their eyes, breathing each other in and relishing their closeness.

It's Tina that breaks the silence and both open their eyes again. "Don't you have something for me?" she's smiling. There's that beautiful smile again.

He chuckles. "Demanding already?"

She's grinning. "You bet."

Without a word he stepped back slightly, produced a brown-paper-wrapped package from his inside coat pocket and handed it to her. She couldn't contain her smile as she tore the paper off to reveal the navy-leather-bound, gold-embossed cover of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them. She gently ran her hand across the cover reverently, "I still can't believe you used the title I suggested."

"How could I not? It was perfect." Just like you. He gestured to the book, "Open it."

Curious, Tina opened the cover of the book and found an inscription on the very first page:

For the beautiful Tina,

I give to you the first ever printed copy of this book, in the hope that you'll forgive my lack of an appearance in New York.

But I give this to you not only as an apology, but as a thank you for everything you've given me - the least of which is the title of this book. I admire you immensely, more than any woman I know.

Always yours,

Newt

Tina looked up with fresh tears in her eyes and another stunning smile. "I don't know what to say except...thank you, Newt."

He stepped forward so their foreheads were touching once again. "You are most welcome, my dear. It was the least I could do."

"Actually, there is something else...something you could ask me to make it up to me." she's smiling teasingly as she tucks the book into her coat pocket, but she means it.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes knowingly. "Well, in that case…" He can't contain his smile. "Tina Goldstein, would you do me the great honour of allowing me to court you?"

Her smile threatens to take over her face, "Newt Scamander, I will most definitely court you."

He leans his face even closer to hers so their lips are so nearly touching. "I suppose my next and final question, Tina, is…can I kiss you?"

She laughs breathlessly. "Oh, you're such a gentleman. Of course you can."

Their eyes fall shut as he touches his lips to hers. She melts into him, her hands wrapping around his neck as he slowly deepens the kiss. He keeps one hand on her jaw, using it to carefully guide her mouth to his, while placing the other on the small of her back, gently pushing her further towards him so there was no longer any space between them. She smells like the smoke from the amphitheatre, but also of…Tina - coffee, books and leather. He buries his hand in her hair, boldly deepening the kiss further, and she doesn't stop him. In fact, she tangles her fingers in his unruly curls, only encouraging him further. The kisses were sweet, slow, and full of so much love that it was extremely difficult to stop.

But eventually they both had to come up for air. They leant on each other's foreheads, attempting to get their breath back.

"That was…"

"Perfect." He finishes, ghosting a thumb over her lips.

"Yes." She breathes, gazing into his eyes. "I must say, you are a rather good kisser, Mr Scamander." She giggles.

He laughs, "Glad to hear. But there's plenty more where that came from."

"How long have you been practicing that one?" she teases.

"Too long." He answers before moving to claim her lips again.

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