PLEASE GET STARTED I NEED BIG BROTHER ADAM LOVING HIS BABY BROTHER CHIP
Clears throat. SCARMON.
You figure out within a week or so of the Curse being broken that Adam is exceptional with Chip. It warms your heart seeing him interact with him and take care of him. There’s something about Adam with Chip that makes you wonder if he hasn’t self-dubbed himself as his older brother.
Absolutely sneaks snacks and goodies for Chip even after Mrs. Potts said no. It’s probably the cutest thing ever. The two of them walking down the hallway, towards the kitchen and whenever they hear someone coming, they’ll hide behind the curtains. Once in the kitchen though, Prince Adam will give Chip anything his heart desires. Even sweets. Adam’s gotten spoken to a couple of times because of this by Mrs. Potts personally, but he’ll always look down at Chip who’s behind her and give him a small wink. An assurance that even though he’s getting told off, he plans on continuing the devious behavior.
Convinces Mrs. Potts to let Chip stay up past his bedtime. All. The Time.
It’s usually Chip who plays this out though, giving his mother puppy dog eyes and saying, “Adam’s almost done with the story, one more hour please?” And with Chip being her soft spot, she gives Adam a glance and agrees. One more hour.
Prince Adam has never personally made a cup of tea for himself, so he spent an evening with Chip who was all too willing to show him how to make the perfect cup. They probably ended up making close to one hundred cups, to which the only solution was a giant tea party with everyone in the castle.
Adam’s pretty impressed with himself to be honest. He’s beaming with pride, ruffles Chips hair and explains to you, “I’d have probably burned the water if it wasn’t for him.”
Piggy-back rides through the Garden during summertime. Prince Adam acting like he’s going to throw Chip into the pond. It’s just a joke, and though Chip knows that, he plays along and yells, “Please don’t do it!”
No doubt, Prince Adam is in the process of teaching Chip to read. Probably simple folklore from the area, but Chip has also shown interest in History and ironically, Romance.
Prince Adam lets you take care of the Romance genre though, as it’s still a cliche to him even though the Curse he was previously under was broken by true love. You always joke around and say, “he can’t read romances even though his life is basically one big romance novel.” To which Prince Adam pretends to gag, before giving you the sweetest smile. What you said was true, and he knows it and really, he wouldn’t change it.
If the two of you ever kiss in front of Chip, you’d never hear the end of it. “Why would you do that right here?” “EW” “Can you not? Please?”
Mrs. Potts has absolutely noticed the unique bond between her son and Prince Adam. She brings it up one evening before bedtime. Adam smiles at her and says, “I never got these sorts of things when I was a child. You knew my father, you knew love and tenderness were out of the question.” She grins reassuringly at him, pressing her hand to his cheek.It reminds him of his mother’s affection. The last time he ever saw her, the love inside of her heart and the love she held for her son. Mrs. Potts says, “Well, I can assure you that you’ve made his life much better, dearie. He’s always wanted a big brother.”
Prince Adam is the way he is with Chip post-curse, because he never got the chance to be a child. He knows what it’s like to have your childhood taken away in the worst way, and while the Curse was still active, Adam promised himself that if it was ever broken, he’d give Chip the childhood he deserved. With a mother and father, family and friends. No child deserves to be alone.
“My friends,” He started softly, “I don’t ever think I had friends my own age or of my own interest. I made friends with the staff of the Castle. Cogsworth, Lumière…” Adam paused and tucked back some of his strawberry blond hair, “I do know that there are a lot of children without that opportunity, some without a family as well… And I want to help them.”
He’s on the verge of sobbing, a few tear drops having rolled down his cheeks onto his hands. You smile tenderly at him, cupping his cheek lovingly and kiss his right cheek. It was moments like this that made it hard to know that Prince Adam was once so heartless. “It’s alright, love. I’ll be with you in whatever it is you want to do.”
Though he still taxes the villagers(Not heavily anymore), whatever money he receives goes out to help children that need it. Whether they need a family, food, education. Prince Adam wants to help.After all, there is more to life than just his wants.
Nearing the fisrt year of the two of you together, you start to get heavy baby fever. You see and take note of how Prince Adam is with Chip and just adds to your want to start your own family.
It’s late at night and the two of you are getting ready for bed. Prince Adam is watching from bed already as you sit at the vanity, brushing back your hair. You glance into the mirror back at him, smiling before saying to him, “When I first met you, I never imagined you’d be amazing with children.” His eyebrows raise in slight amusement. “Well, I was a Beast when you first met me. I imagine children were out of the question at that time.”
You laughed in agreement, sitting on your side of the bed. Your back to him, you rubbed your hands together, took a deep breath in and whispered gently, “Well, I see you now with Chip. You’re so wonderful with him, it’s so natural and so loving. I just wonder…”
He’s curious as to what you’re thinking. Sitting up slightly, he reaches out, brushes his cool fingertips along your back and tells you, “You can ask and tell me anything, (Name). No need to be hesitant.”
“If you’ve ever thought about having children with me.” You said flat out, your cheeks on fire.
“Of course I’ve thought about it.” Adam chuckled softly, perhaps, a bit nervously at what you were implying. “I’ve seen you with Chip as well. You’ve got a natural inclination to be.. tender and understanding with him…”
Swallowing, he nodded to his own words, “My mother was like that…” Scooting towards you, he sits down and cups your cheek in his hand. Turning your head so you could look at him, he places the lightest kiss possible against your lips and murmurs against them, “It’s okay to look at me.”
Gazing up, you catch eyes with him. A bit cross eyed because of the close proximity of your faces. Lifting your legs up, he rests them on his lap and leans forward to hive you another warm kiss. “Whenever you want, we can try…” Adam says gently, “I want children with you, (Name).”
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Request: (Anon) newt x reader where you’re jealous of tina ??? pls make it angsty !!! and maybe reader is newt’s close friend who travels with him to america and she doesnt know why newt is so into the woman who turned him in and !?!?!??!?!!?
A/N: Done with all my Newt requests for now! I loved writing all of these and I like this angsty Newt. Let me know what you guys think! Love ya!
“Newt!” you picked up your suitcase, almost an identical to Newt’s. You pushed through the crowd and threw your arms around him. He hesitated for a moment then embraced you, pulling away to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.
“(Y/N), how was London?”
“It was great.” you said, as Newt grabbed your bag from you, using his free hand to wrap around your shoulders. You smiled at him. “Yeah, I really missed my family. It was great catching up with them. My brother is going into the major of Muggle Studies. My sister is going into Dragons. They are all growing up so fast. I just wish they would come and live at Ilvermorny.”
Newt rubbed your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” he frowned. “But at least you are home with me.”
You smiled and kissed him.
Newt pulled away.
Before either of you could explain yourselves, a woman interrupted you.
She had short styled hair, she was slender, she fixed a black round soft hat over her hair. She ran her hands over her blue jacket, only a shade lighter than Newt’s peacock blue coat. She smiled tentatively at Newt. Her eyes and face soft when she looked at Newt. Until her eyes fell upon Newt’s arm around you.
The nameless woman looked up to your face is a tense smile. She stood up a little straighter.
“Newt,” the woman laughed, “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend here.” she smiled awkwardly.
“Oh!” Newt said, springing off you. He stood between you and the woman. The awkward adorable tilt returned. Newt began to get flustered. He licked his lip and played with a button on his coat. He looked like a frightened school child.
“Newt?” the woman laughed.
Newt smiled at her and quickly nodded. “Yes, sorry. (Y/N), this is Tina. Tina this is (Y/N).” he gestured his hands across the two of you.
Tina offered a hand. You reluctantly shook it. “Goldstein?” you asked.
Tina flinched and then nodded yes, recovering with a smile. “Why, yes? How do you know that? I don’t believe I have any relation with you or your relatives. (L/N), right?”
You winced too and repeated Tina’s motion. “Yeah, how did you know?”
“Newt talks about you all the time!”
Newt smiled between the two of you and flushed red.
“Really?” you said through gritted teeth throwing a sharp look at Newt. “Tina Goldstein? The Tina Goldstein? Why, Newt talks about you all the time! I’ve heard some very interesting things about you.”
The hostility was growing between the two of you, and Newt’s anxiety and nervous tendencies grew with it. He had fluffed his hair repeatedly and nearly pulled off a button. He fiddled with the string behind the button. He avoided your eyes.
“Oh, I hope they are all good things.” Tina smiled.
“Oh. Yeah.” you grimaced.
“Well, Newt!” Tina tapped Newt on the shoulder. He broke from his anxiety and smiled at Tina.
“Y-yes?” his voice cracked.
Tina smiled. “As much as I love standing in the train station, why don’t we go home? Your friend (Y/N), can come with us.”
“Home?” you said tensely. Your jaw growing sore. Lip throbbing as you bit down on it. You dug your nails into the palm of your hands in fists. “You two live together?”
Tina smiled at you. “Yeah, a lot happened while you were in London.”
“I can see that now.” you said sarcastically.
“Well, are you coming then?” Tina said.
You started walking with her, she didn’t take a step forward. Her eyes were fixed on Newt. He was struck between the two of you. He smiled and nodded. Tina reached for his hand.
You were officially the third wheel.
Newt dropped your suitcase on a bed in a room you did not recognize. It had been redone, the walls painted and decorated differently. Because it wasn’t your room. It never was. It was the guest room. You turned around to the master bedroom and shuddered.
You had been kicked to the street.
You clenched your teeth as you popped open your trunk and threw its contents with no care.
“Make yourself at home-I guess.” Tina laughed.
“No, why don’t you make yourself at home. Because it seems like you took mine.”
Tina stayed silent.
“(Y/N)?” Newt stepped forward, catching a cloak you threw at him. He smiled at you. You breathed out and felt the tension drip out from your fingertips. He stepped closer and whispered, “Can we talk?” he looked back at Tina and smiled. “Would you mind if we had a moment of privacy? Just to catch up?”
“No, course not. Take your time.” Tina smiled, and closed the door behind her.
You were left in the guest room with Newt.
“(Y/N), please,” Newt pleaded. “Listen to me, I can explain!”
You crossed your arms and stared at him. “I’m waiting.”
“Look, Tina and I-”
“I know! The Tina Goldstein? The one who arrested you and almost got you killed? I wanted to come home right away, but I guess I didn’t because it isn’t home anymore is it? Then you stopped writing me. No more owls came. No more packages. I thought you were lost to me.”
“I-I didn’t hear from you. I lost my path, (Y/N).”
“Lost your path?! Newt, you are sleeping with the woman who arrested you! I didn’t write you, because you didn’t seem to care anymore. Your notes were smeared with ink, they weren’t your neat notes anymore. You only write quickly when you are writing about your creatures. You always take the time to write it out perfectly. It got messier and messier Newt. I should’ve stayed in London.”
“(Y/N), no please! I’m sorry. It was all miscommunication. I couldn’t live without you so I guess I was open to a different path. I wouldn’t’ve met Tina if the beasts hadn’t escaped in New York. I wouldn’t’ve fought Grindelwald! I saved lives, (Y/N). I did it because Tina helped me. She is stubborn and she needs time to warm up to you, but please, give her a chance.”
“You want me to be friends with your replacement girlfriend?” the first tear fell from your cheek.
“No, (Y/N), no.” his voice fell weak. He took a step to you and reached his soft warm hand to your cheek. You didn’t pull away. You clenched your jaw and bit your lip trying to keep the tears inside.
“Why, Newt? Why couldn’t you have just wrote me one more time and told me. Told me it was over.”
Newt wiped away a tear with his thumb. He smiled. His eyes glossed over now. A few tears slipping out from him too.
“(Y/N), Tina and I haven’t slept together. The most we have done is hold hands and kiss once. It was a mistake. I’ve been meaning to break it off. This room is Tina’s. We don’t sleep together. We just live together sometimes.
“We work on the hunt for Grindelwald together. Tina gave you her room, because it is yours. She knew you probably wouldn’t want to jump back into things again, once you found out about us. Tina isn’t as scary as she looks. She really is a great person. A great friend.
“(Y/N), I made a mistake, a big mistake. But, please, give me another chance. I’m yours. I’ve always been. Won’t you be mine?” he smiled. “Again?”
You shook your head and let him kiss you. You pulled away and tried to hide your smile. “I’m still mad at you.”
Newt laughed. “I know. How can I make it up to you?”
“You can shut up and make up for lost time.”
Newt smirked, his head tilted, pondering the missed pleasures. He kissed you again, soft and gentle at first. A force was pulling him away. But you were pulling him in. You grabbed his scarf and yanked him forward. Forcing him closer to you. You threw the scarf off. You laid your hands over Newt’s and lead them from your cheek to your waist. You held them there and the secret lustful Newt returned.
You fell back on the bed. Newt on top of you. He pulled away for a moment to smile at you. He kissed you again. Softening. Savoring. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, your chin, and your hands. You roughed up his hair.
You pulled back.
The tilt returned and he smiled nervously. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m just enjoying this moment.” you sat up and kissed him on the nose and then the lips and laid back down. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to sit on his side. Your back was to his chest, his heart steady against your back. He reached for your hand and kissed your head.
“(Y/N), I love you.”
“It’s good to be home.” you smiled, squeezing his hand and kissing him on the cheek once. You didn’t need to say the L word, because he already knew it. You had just said it. But Newt was old fashioned and a gentleman.
I never said I was gonna get back together with her. But I was thinking, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave her a call?
No, no, BB, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one, super volcano. Number two, an asteroid hits the planet. Number three, all footage of Evil Knievel is lost. Number four, Beast Boy calls Raven. Number five, Bee gets eaten by a shark.
I'm Bee and I approve the order of that list.
the prompt: could you write Renjun scenario based on Owl City-Deer In The Headlights? Fluff ending please, if possible.
category: song rec + fluff
author note: i love owl city sm i don’t even care. i also love renjun, he’s only a few days younger than me bless. so soft and nice; just wants to draw and talk abt moomin!! (honestly he’s so cute i lov)