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Queenie and Jacob’s wedding is beautiful.
Hundreds of small candles light the large ballroom the two chose as their venue. Couples dance across the glittering floor to the soft music filling the air. In the center, the two newlyweds simply sway to the slow beat. Jacob’s gaze is gentle and awed and Queenie has her eyes closed, but her lips are curved into a content smile.
Newt watches them with his own happy grin. He’s glad the two of them found each other despite the mess that was Isla Nublar. Flamel is missing, Picquery is still in her coma, and the raptors are gone, but Newt’s little family is happy. Well, mostly.
Percival looks a little pained as a tipsy Credence steps on his toes for the nth time. Newt slips away to talk to Tina as the song ends and the two separate. He knows he’s next and he’s going to avoid it for as long as possible.
He finds her tucked into a corner, nursing her own bruised toes, courtesy of Credence. She’s almost too happy to see him and he suspects it’s for the same reason he is – to avoid any more unfortunate dances or conversation. They manage to talk for close to twenty minutes before Percival stumbles across them, looking a bit put out at being left to navigate the maze of people on his own.
Looking up through his eyelashes causes Newt’s fiancé to flush and Newt is sure Percival won’t even remember why he was annoyed if he plays his cards right. He bites his lip and watches as that intense gaze drifts down to his mouth. Percival visibly swallows and leans closer. Newt lets him; a kiss right now would be far from unwelcome.
Their lips are almost touching when Tina clears her throat next to them. There’s a disapproving frown on her face, but Newt can see the edges of her mouth creeping up. Percival gives her his own scowl though it’s obvious that he doesn’t mean it either. He turns back to Newt and holds out his hand.
“May I have this dance?”
Newt sighs in defeat and lets his fiancé pull him up. He can see the smug grin on Tina’s face, but he’s going to tell Credence where she is, so ha. Hand in hand, they make their way through the crowd. Jacob and Queenie are no longer on the dance floor, but he’s sure they’re still holding each other somewhere.
Percival’s warm hand settles on the small of his back as the next song comes on. Newt lays his head on the other man’s shoulder, forehead settling into the area between his neck and shoulder. He breathes a quick puff of air on it, just to be contrary. His partner just chuckles, so Newt gives him his best pout and lets his head fall back down.
He settles into Percival’s warm embrace as a kiss is placed to the top of his head. Pushing himself further into Percival, Newt thinks that he may miss his raptors, but he wouldn’t trade this for the world.