#you talk to us like misbehaving children whenever we do anything but grin at you like a fool

[thottybrucewayne]

White people's obsession with decorum will kill us all.

[bobasheebaby]

Grabby Hands & Frosted Dresses [Wacky Drabble #33]

Pairing: Liam x Ellie (MC)

Word count: 1,626 (whoops)

Warnings: cursing, bratty kids and the names they are called

Summary: Ellie teaches Bradshaw and Isabella about respect.

A/N: This is a rewrite of the scene in the courtyard with Bradshaw and Isabella and their little brats. I have used a lot of the dialogue and added my own flair. I’m borrowing Ellie from my Falling For You series, she is Olivia’s bestie and takes zero shit from ANYONE. (She bounced around in foster care for eight years before aging out.) This does not fit into the FFY timeline, but she’s the best MC for this shit show.

A/N: this is my submission for @emceesynonymroll Wacky Drabble challange 33- I think it’s time I teach you about respect! Prompt will be bolded.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I’m just borrowing them from PB.

“Wait, her dress is better than mine.” Lyra said balling up her little fists. “I’m the princess of Auvernal!” She stomped her foot. “I should have the best everything! Gimme!” She lunged forward, her sticky frosting covered hands fisting Kyah’s dress.

Kyah scrunched up her face as she let out a loud wail. Ellie pulled Kyah closer to her chest as she instinctively reached out, slapping the girl’s hand from her daughter.

Lyra’s face twisted as she burst into petulant tears. “Moooom!” She screeched turning towards her mother. “Why are they being so mean to me? I’m Auvernal’s only princess!” She sniffled looking up at her mother expectantly. “I should get what I want!”

“Now, now, darling.” Isabella said patting her daughter’s head. “I’m sure Kyah will share everything she has.” She looked pointedly at Ellie. “She’s only a baby, after all.”

Lyra sniffed wiping her tears on her arm, looking at Ellie with a sneer.

“Why, you could probably take anything from her and she wouldn’t even notice as long as you give her something shiny to play with.” Isabella said with a smug smirk. Cordonia owes us everything after all.

Kyah cried turning her head into Ellie’s chest.

“Shhhhh, baby girl.” Ellie said rubbing her daughter’s back. “You’re not sharing a damn thing!”

Kyah hiccuped as she rubbed her face into her mother’s chest.

“These people are stupid!” Issac shouted his foot coming down hard on the paved stone. “I don’t even want to marry this dumb baby.”

You won’t be marrying her, you spoiled little shit! Ellie thought as she cradled Kyah close to her chest, gently swaying her body to soothe and comfort her crying child.

Liam stepped forward, his broad chest blocking the twins from Kyah.

Isabella laughed awkwardly. “Our children just have so much spirit.” She smiled sweetly. “You can’t really blame them, can you?”

Liam straightened his back, his body appearing impossibly tall as he towered over the twins, his face stern as he glared at Isabella and Bradshaw. “Believe me, I can.”

“Oh, come now, King Liam.” Bradshaw said, his eyes narrowing in warning. “They’re only children.”

“Don’t worry, I place a large share of the blame on the parents too.”

“Kids will be kids.” Isabella said sugary sweet, her body tense. “They just need to get to know each other before the official betrothal in a few months.”

Liam placed a protective arm around Ellie and Kyah. “I hope things go better … whenever they eventually see each other again.” He said coolly.

“About that.” Isabella said, her smug grin widening. “We’ve reconsidered. After everything tonight … clearly we need to be closer at hand.”

Oh hell no! Ellie glanced over at Liam who wore the same surprised look. “You already went through all the trouble of packing …”

“Of course,” Bradshaw smiled widely. “We wouldn’t want to impose on your hospitality any longer … we’ve purchased an estate here.”

“Isn’t that wonderful? Now we never have to leave!”

This is not happening! “I’m so happy you’ve fallen so in love with our country that you would consider moving here. I just worry that with all your constant attention here that your own country may begin to suffer and possibly be invaded, I mean your honor guard is currently in Cordonia and not Auvernal, is it not?” Ellie said her words dripping with disdain.

Bradshaw tensed. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that you and your royal brats are no longer welcome in Cordonia.”

Bradshaw’s face hardened. “You need to start showing us some respect, we can be enemies as easily as we can be allies.”

Liam blocked Bradshaw as he took a step towards Ellie.

“I’ve got this Li.” Ellie said as she shifted Kyah to her left hip. “Respect? You want respect? I think it’s time I teach you about respect!

Ever since you showed up to our palace unannounced and uninvited while we were on our honeymoon and demanded our presence you have shown nothing but disrespect.

To have the audacity to show up to another country with demands is bad enough but then you tried to strong arm us into an alliance we didn’t want.”

Ellie turned towards Isabella. “Your little ‘girl's trip’ was no better. From the moment Hana, Olivia and I stepped foot in your country all you did was try to embarrass us.

First you tried to guilt me into buying a gown. Then you decide I must lead an inspirational speech for your honor guard, you tried to set me up to fail but I. Don’t. Fail.

The little stunt in the steam room though. That was really going too far, but I endured as I always do. I didn’t flinch, even as you tried to burn me.

I wish that I could stop there, that your list of transgressions didn’t continue. Hell, I wish I could say you were good people who cared about their country and that you were just a little over the top with the way you approached people, but you aren’t.

You have spent more damn time in Cordonia than in your own country and it shows! Your children clearly don’t know you and don’t have respect for you or anyone else. They are nothing more than misbehaving spoiled brats!”

“You wait here —”

“NO! I’m not done yet King Bradshaw!

You keep waltzing into my country like you own it and you don’t!”

“You aren’t even from Cordonia.”

“I said I wasn’t finished Isabella!

Though I don’t know why I expected more from a woman who came to my baby shower and thought it was appropriate for her to lay her hands on my stomach without asking. Newsflash, it’s isn't!

I possibly could have overlooked all of that if you hadn’t brought your entire honor guard to The Last Apple Ball as a threat.

I don’t take threats lightly, Cordonia doesn’t take threats lightly.

But what really pisses me the hell off is the way you two despicable humans behaved when the Queen and heir’s lives were at risk.

Had you helped us out of the goodness of your heart we would have been thankful. We possibly would have even spoken about an alliance without a betrothal.

Of course you couldn’t possibly do anything out of the goodness of your heart because that would imply that you actually have one!

Instead of helping you took advantage of my husband. You used his fear of losing me and our daughter to get you what you wanted. Well I am telling you right here and right now; Kyah isn’t marrying either of your demon spawn!

So you can go ahead and take your packed bags, honor guard, and your snotty little bastards and return to Auvernal!”

“You obviously don’t know who you are speaking to! Isabella was correct in saying you are too hormonal.”

“Excuse me?” Ellie said stepping closer to Bradshaw. “Do you want to try to say that again?

And by the way Bradshaw, I do know exactly who I am speaking to. You are nothing more than a tiny little man with an over inflated ego!”

“How dare —”

“Oh I know all about you, and how you haven’t ever stepped foot on a battlefield and that every ‘honor’ you’ve achieved has been won from behind a desk.” Ellie smirked as Isabella’s face paled. “I also happen to know that the only reason you want this goddamn alliance is because you’ve misappropriated your funds and you have nothing. Auvernal is broke, all you have is a few shiny medals, an army you couldn’t begin to actually lead, and the bravado to appear scary and threatening.

I’m not scared, I’m not threatened.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“No Bradshaw, you are the one who made a mistake!

You thought you could come in here and bulldoze us like every other country you’ve ‘allied’ with. You underestimated my country, my husband and me.”

“We could end your country in a second.”

“I’d surely like to see you try. You seem to be forgetting a few things.

First, Cordonia has friends. We have allies who actually respect us. We have more than enough friends that we would be able to take out your little country with no problem if you tried to invade us.

Second, I don’t sit behind a desk. I’m from the goddamn streets, I had to fight for myself. Hell I fought assassins on the day of my wedding in my wedding gown, and in heels.

I fought back to back with my husband with our friends by our side. We took out those who underestimated us before, what makes you think we couldn’t do the same with you? Because from where I’m standing you are sorely lacking in resources, allies, and skill, all of which Cordonia has in spades!

If you want respect you have to earn it! And all you’ve earned from me today is a reality check.

So get the hell out of my country, teach those hellions some goddamn manners, and stay the hell away from my family, because I’m telling you right now if either of your little uncivilized, ungrateful, spoiled hoodlums touches my daughter again I will show you just how scary I can be!

One more thing, if you even think about invading my country I will call up every single one of our true allies and end you!” Ellie turned towards Liam ignoring the sputtering and gaping royalty behind them. “Let’s go back inside because we are done here.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“All the time, the feeling is mutual.” She lightly bounced Kyah on her hip. “Come on baby girl, let’s go talk to people we actually like.”

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Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Notes: My OC Derek Ramos is basically Anthony Ramos (Hamilton) I love him, he is cute and sexy and so freaking talented, and I frankly just wanted to write a story about him, but the In the Heights movie won't be happening any time soon, so I settled for this.

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Chapter 16: Inappropriate

Common sense and logical thinking, as Doctor Florence used to say when you were just a kid, whenever you felt ike you were losing control you needed to found the logical thing to do, and that would calm your anxiety before you have an episode, and usually it worked, most of the time anyway.

What was the logical thing to do now? None of the actions you have been taking the last weeks were logical, and common sense was urging you to stand up and run away from him, but the soft touch of his hands on the small of your back and the warm breath of his mouth were proving to be more calming than any rational thinking.

His lips felt soft on yours and maybe also scared, but he had no hesitation and you have seen the quiet need in his eyes, and you could almost cry since this was the first time in weeks since someone had kissed you, and sadly the first time in months since someone had that actual desire and need on his eyes before kissing you, he doubted for a second the moment you start returning the kiss with the hunger and longing for physical contact that had been denied to you; but he kept you close to him enough for you to feel his heart beating hard and fast on his chest, and you were desperate to know how would it feel under his shirt.

His touch became tighter on your waist and your body was moving on it's own trying to climb on his lap obeying some muscular memory on how familiar it felt, not like they were similar in any way, but he gave you the safe feeling He used to provoke on you, and you finally open your eyes... for a moment you were convinced that a pair of playful blue eyes will receive you with a cheeky grin, but instead there were those sad brown eyes darkened with desire, and logical thinking choose the worst possible moment to start working again.

You broke contact immediately, and felt a little hurt that he didn't tried to stop you when you muttered a little "I'm sorry" and run straight to his room closing thee door behind you and finally letting the tears consume you.

Jonathan's memory deserved better than this reckless and selfish behavior, and Detective Hardy deserved a free woman, free from all the horrors in your past, free from a dead fiance whom you still loved deeply, and free from all the problems you tended to cause. Also you were not entirely sure but it seems like he and Detective Miller had a thing going, and you would never get in between two people, it was a harmful and indecent thing to do specially to people who were as nice and considerate as them.

You could hear him pacing on the hallway outside the door and you wanted to get outside and tell him how much you really wanted to kiss him and maybe more, but you were broken at the moment and how bad idea it was, you wanted to tell him desperately how much you enjoyed kissing him, how his lips bring you back to life and how for a moment all the sadness disappeared, and how much you appreciate all the things he have done for you, and how you bring sadness and trouble to anyone around you so you have to walk away from him before you drag him to your darkness and ruin his life.

Because for god sake Y/N! Your mind told you once he stopped and turned off the light of the hallway, you were a fucking witness/ suspect on a murder case, his bloody career will be in the trash if someone knew that he did as much as looking at you as something more.

No, this was better, you could hide there at least until he left for work the next day and after that... well you will figure it out once the sun were up. You sitted on the bed trying to take Jonathan's disappointed and hurt face away from your thoughts, but two hours later when Daze entered the house you were still awake, ot wasn't until after 4:00 am that the fatigue defeated you and finally closed your eyes.

***

Olly Stevens was waiting outside Ashley Langford's La Boheme deli, holding a tray with two cups of coffee, and saw detective Harford approach him in civilian clothes she pointed to an empty table in the terrace and he followed her.

"Detective, you look as gorgeous as usual, may I offer you a coffee" He said again with exaggerate reverence but before the woman could roll her eyes at him a strong hand took the tray off his hand and gave Harford one of the drinks and took the other for him.

"Oh that's really considerate from you sir" a handsome man with short curly hair and sweet and compassionate eyes sitted next to Katie and offered him his hand. "I'm DC Ramos, you can call me Derek"

"Hi Detective, I'm Olly Stevens, I'm the Broadchurch Eco editor, how can I help you?" Harford smile to his inside since Stevens would act professionally now that other man was in the scene, I was completely ridiculous and insulting, but she had to admit that Ramos had potential and she secretly wanted to spend some more time with him.

"Did you found what I asked you?" She said once he put out a couple folders.

"It wasn't easy, I had to promise a janitor a two page story on how unfair their working conditions are" he said giving her what seemed to be photocopies of a C. Langford medical record.

"And they don't have unfair working conditions?" Harford asked.

"They do, but that doesn't sell newspapers" he said and have her a wink that was received by a dead glare. "Anyway here are the old newspapers you asked for" He said giving a voluminous binder that detective Ramos took. "Now what can you tell me about Jonathan Norbury's case, anything interesting?"

"Absolutely nothing, but we appreciate your collaboration, and once we have something that would sell newspapers you'll be the first to know" Detective Ramos said with a bright smile and Olly couldn't hide the disappointment on his face and after some more small talk he left them alone.

"Did you get the old records that I asked you?" She said once they were on her car.

"I did, they are not digital so is a lot of paperwork he said pointing at a voluminous box in the back "Is gonna take us forever Katie"

"Us? They are not paying us for this you know? I mean you don't have to be here" she said and his eyes went sad for a second and she feared he felt unwelcome when she was actually delighted that he wanted to help.

"Well I know that the files came from a shady reporter, I can't leave you alone now" He said hopefully and she put a serious face for a moment.

"Fine, but I can't take work home, my apartment is tiny and they are renovating the ceiling so is a lot of noise"

"Well you can come to my place, I mean if you want to" he said nervously, and she found him endearing.

"Sure, we can order take out if this gets too long" He smiled with that happiness that reach his eyes and gave her the address so they would start search on Charles Langford's past.

***

"I'm going to beat that bastard" Father Coats said loudly causing a few of the penitent in the church to look at the confession booth.

"Seal of confession father" You said and you could guess the way he was brushing his hair to the back of his head as he used to when he was nervous or angry, or in this case both.

"That only works if I didn't knew who you are" He said sarcastically, since he would have recognized your voice in any place.

"Well then pretend you don't, or better yet, talk to me as my friend" you said to him in the stubborn tone you knew drive him insane.

"If this was a talk among friends I could actually have a word with detective Hardy" He said and you rolled your eyes angry because he was right.

"Well then father, tell me if I'm burning in hell for being a loose woman" you said after a while.

"No more than him" He started and you knew he was joking, was that allowed? For him to make jokes in there? "I can only absolve you if you feel repented, but something tells me you don't, and if that is the case I think there is not such thing as a sin, is terribly inappropriate, and I'm sure if you choose to continue with this you would be jeopardizing Jonathan's murder investigation" He said after thinking throughly the situation.

"Well we wouldn't be the only ones misbehaving right?" You said and you could swear you felt the color rising to his face.

"We are not discussing my personal life here, and there is nothing happening there for your information" He said defensive, he finish with the confession and you follow him outside where Daze was helping some children arrange some flowers for the altar.

"It looks amazing Dasy" you said and she smiled, apparently she pretended to become a teacher eventually and she was searching for opportunities to be around children.

"Thanks Y/N my dad is coming to pick us, I text him we were here" she said and your plan to avoid him fall apart.

"DI Hardy" Father Coats said once he got inside the church.

"Paul" he said with a dry tone, he look sadder than usual and you felt guilty for it. "Are you ready?"

"Can I stay longer?"Dasy said and you wish she could read your mind so she won't left you alone with him, although you hope he would say no, but for your surprise he agreed.

You didn't have time to think when you were already walking towards his car, but before you get back to be reclusive in his room yo thought at least you owe him an explanation.

"Alec I..."

"Y/N I'm sorry..." you spoke at the same time and he immediately shut up when he heard his name on your lips, you haven't call him that yet, but he didn't seem mad. "Go ahead" he said and he stop walking next to the car.

"Can I drive?" You said after a moment and for all answer he gave you his keys and you climb on the driver's seat.

The drive was silent, but relaxing somehow, you had a place in mind to go, and you were sure he knew where were you going but he seemed uneasy once you start walking up towards Danny Latimer's cliff, your pants were now damp by the grass but you didn't care.

You finally reached the top and sited on the grass looking at the ocean, he looked at you concerned but eventually he sited next to you.

"What are you sorry for?" You said finally.

"Well my behavior last night was... " He started taking off guard by the question.

"Inappropriate?" You said remembering Paul words "Well is not like I didn't wanted you to kiss me" you said and you could see relief in his face, and suddenly it was clear, he wasn't mad with you for running away but with himself for making advances on you. "He proposed here you know?" You said fighting the tears and trying to search for the right words to explain yourself.

"Did he?" He said with a cautious tone.

"Yeah, he hated being outdoors, city boy you know?" You laughed remembering Jonathan tired face when you reached the top and he finally put down the picking basket on the floor, and the pain start pressuring your chest "He bring me here because he knew I love this place"

"It's quite nice" he said and offered you a handkerchief.

"Thanks" you took it and clean your eyes smearing some lipstick on the fabric. "I keep thinking about how manny weeks are until our wedding day" You said and he looked confused "I keep questioning me if things had been different... I want to believe that if things had been different I would have ask you your name in one of your appointments with Dr. Florence, and maybe... I don't know maybe I would have postponed my wedding because I was not sure anymore..." you said elaborating the childish dreams and ideas that you told yourself to justify your actions.

"I'm sure you wouldn't have postponed it" he said not understanding where you wanted to go with this.

"Or maybe I would have married him anyway and eventually I would have cheated him with you" You said bitterly "Not like what I did was much different"

"You didn't cheat on him" He said vehemently and he didn't need to elaborate because you could imagine that by now he must know more about Jonathan life than you.

"We hadn't have sex in months and I felt like he was repulsed by me in the end... I'm not justifying him, but that's the truth, I thought that it was wedding nerves, but I was to naive apparently, you must know of course if he cheated on me" you said.

"You know I can't discuss deatails of the case..."He said but that was all the confirmation you needed.

"I know that, and if he was it doesn't make right what I did, I was just not ready to have feelings for someone else so soon, and I feel like by having them I somehow love him less... I should be the one apologizing because I wanted you to kiss me and more..."

"You don't have to apologize, I shouldn't have act upon my feelings, but I'm glad you are not offended by them" he said and you gave him a small smile.

"Why would I? You are a handsome wonderful man, and if I'm honest I feel more free next to you than I have in the last five months of my life, I just wish that maybe the timing had been different"

"I would have asked you your name" he said after a while and you nodded, it was so peaceful up there. "Maybe several months after we met, maybe too late for anything to happen"

"Now what?" You asked standing up after him.

"We go back, and we pretend this didn't happen" he said, and you agreed, logical thinking "and maybe when this over..." he started with hope in his eyes.

"Alec, could you be honest with me?" He nodded as a response "Do you think I did it?"

"I don't" he said, it wasn't a emotional declaration, it was just a fact for him, he was completely sure you didn't do it.

You look straight into his eyes and evaluate the situation, he was right that was the logical, rational, and correct thing to do, but...

"I don't want to be too late" You said and you kissed him, waiting that maybe he would be rational and reject you, but he closed his arms around your back and kissed you with the same intensity of the night before or maybe more, both of you knew this was dangerous, reckless, irresponsible and completely inappropriate, but you couldn't care less.

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Fluff Alphabet | Neville Longbottom

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

When he first saw you, he thought you were beautiful. Though it was your smile that caught his attention and he spent many afternoons daydreaming about it, always bursting out into a violent blush when you directed a smile his way.

You loved his eyes. How they seem to twinkle when he talks about something that he’s passionate about, how they light up when he sees you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why? Why not?)

Neville might want kids at some point, but he’s not in a rush and if you don’t want to have children, he wouldn’t mind either. For him, having you, your plant babies and Trevor Jr. is more than enough for him and he loves your family as is.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He likes to curl up against you with his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, your fingers combing through his hair.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Neville likes to plan small, quiet outings where you can both be comfortable. Often times, a picnic by the lake or walking through town and window shopping. If he wants to be romantic, he’ll dress up and cook dinner for you at home. Going all out with candles, wine, and flowers.

E = Everything (You are my _____ (e.g. my life, my world))

“You are my reason for smiling everyday.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Neville fell for you so quickly and easily, he thought it was embarrassing. It was during his time at Hogwarts with you, after a particularly awful session of Potions where it seemed that Snape had it out for him - more than usual. You trailed after him, grabbing the sleeve of his robe.

“Are you okay?”

He shook his head, “I will be.”

You frowned, but tugged him along. “We’re going to the lake.“

“Why?“

“To cheer you up, of course.”

He followed after you, listening as you ranted about how awful and unprofessional Professor Snape was, with a pounding heart that was a pile of lovesick goo.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Neville could not be rough. Even if he tried. There is not anything in his being that would permit him to be anything but gentle.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you first started dating, Neville had a hard time showing affection. Not because he didn’t want to, he was just shy and awkward. And, coupled with the off-looks he received — it was awkward. However, hand holding is the first thing he got down. He loves it. Will hold your hand at every given opportunity.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Neville noticed your kindness; how you stood up for others, helped them with the smallest of things...and wanted to be able to know you. He could be content with being your friend.

J = Jealously (Do they get jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous, it’s more of a sad wallowing. His self-esteem is pretty low and you’re way out of his league, or so he thinks. Whenever someone comes along and flirts with you, rather than stepping in (he knows you can handle yourself anyway) he tends to drift away as negative thoughts plague him. You have to coax him back to you with kisses and reassurance that you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

His kisses are soft, hesitant almost, but sweet. He has a hard time believing that you would want to be with someone like him, so he makes sure to cherish you.

You kissed him first. It was after a ‘date’ and he was walking you back to the dorms when you stopped and gave him a small peck on the lips before scurrying away. Neville’s poor heart almost gave out on the spot.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does.

You had just moved in together, it was only a few weeks in and were planning what to put in the garden. There was so much available space and the ideas were limitless. Neville was practically heart eyes looking at you as you rambled on about how there should be different quadrants for the patches to best utilize it. You then mentioned making room for a greenhouse, knowing how much Neville adored the ones back at Hogwarts.

“Merlin, I love you.”

You look at him warmly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Now, where should we put it? I think on the south side, because that area gets the most sun.”

Yes, he was in love with you.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

You shield your eyes, casting a look over the beach. The sun was only just beginning to rise over the horizon, a soft glow of yellow glistening over the water.

“This is perfect.” You say, grinning back at Neville. He can’t help but stare at you; seeing how the light makes your face glow, the tired but happy look in your eyes.

This is perfect.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Neville doesn’t necessarily spoil you with gifts, but with acts of services and quality time. He would rather plan an evening in with you, relaxing and romancing you than to gift you something. Although when he does, it’s thoughtful and something you thought he wouldn’t even notice.

O = Orange (What colors remind them of their other half?)

Green — he first properly talked to you in the greenhouse, during a class, and since then he’s associated green with you. Plants are his passion and he’s lucky enough to have you interested in it, even if it’s only for his sake.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart and darling are his go to.

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

His grandma gave him his mother’s wedding ring and for a long time he wore it around his neck, but then he took it off one day to clean it. He thought he lost it and was in near hysterics when you got home, reassuring him as you helped him look. It was under the bed, but he realized then he wanted you to have it.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He enjoys curling up with you and just relaxing. Sometimes, you’ll watch a movie or read books, but he’s content with whatever as long as he’s in your presence.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Whenever he feels particularly upset, Neville will go outside to the garden and spend time with the plants there. This is normal for him, but he likes the familiarity of it, how it makes him feel in control.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He can spend hours on end just talking about plants; all the facts he knows, new and old. Telling you the proper way to handle such and so, or how some of the plants are misbehaving. When he becomes a professor, he enjoys talking about his classes and students.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Neville, all he needs is some time in the greenhouse or garden and if you’re there? Perfection. Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly stressed out, he’ll walk out to the pond that’s on your property and just sit out there for hours. That’s when you know to give him some space.

V = Victory (What is something they overcome? Are proud of?)

Neville thinks it’s a little stupid, but there used to be a plant in the garden that every season would wither away without fail. It was one of your favorites and he was determined to keep it living. And yet, nothing he did seemed to make a difference. He was doing everything right, by the textbook, and it still perished.

You had told him it was okay. But the next time he was planting seeds, he carefully placed them in a small pot and brought it inside to your bedroom — already full of plants. Every morning when he woke up he would place three drops of water, two drops of nectar, and a sprinkle of ground up cinnamon on the plant. You woke up when he let out a victorious shout months later after the same routine was followed. When you looked at him in confusion, you were shocked to see the plant fully grown looking perfect.

“You did it!” You exclaimed, tumbling out of bed to wrap him in a hug.

He grins, sweeping you off your feet in his excitement. “I did!”

W = Wild (What is a wild dream/wish/fantasy of theirs?)

Neville is content with his life, it’s turned out much better than he ever expected or hoped for, his wilder dreams are...well, we won’t say; this is the fluff Alphabet after all.

X = XOXO (Do they write love letters?)

Neville actually loves to write letters to you, so much that you’ve come to expect them for every birthday and anniversary. They’re always so sweet, tissues at the ready before you read them. You collect them all in a shoebox and Neville’s face was burning red all day when he accidentally found it.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

The idea of marrying you is a dream he often has, waking up with a smile and his heart about to burst when he sees you laying across from him. However, the idea of proposing to you is terrifying and it twists his stomach into an anxious mess. He knows you love him, but would you want to marry him?

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Neville gets a toad and names him Trevor Jr. and constructs an elaborate habitat for him both indoors and outdoors. You’ve walked in on him talking to TJ before while attending to his plants.

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if you're still accepting prompts, I might have an idea that could be fun to write. A newly recruited agent curious about capwidow if they're a couple or not + two children running around suddenly around the compound and finds out theyre capwidow's children.

hello anon! thanks for the prompt – you’re right, THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE!! i got carried away and the fic became longer than i thought it would be. hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Title: you just have to be at the wrong place and wrong time

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: 

A newly recruited SHIELD agent can’t help but to think there’s more to Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers’ relationship as Avengers.

post-Endgame, based off my post-Endgame HC (where Nat is very much alive) that they eventually build SHIELD back up, with Hill as the director and Steve and Nat are still involved in it somehow. and they have a family. and sam babysits for them

Also on AO3!

“All of you are here because you advanced from the most rigorous process of recruitment - the one that ultimately tested your physical and mental capabilities,” Natasha said, addressing the 15 new SHIELD recruits in front of her. “However difficult that experience may have been, that is the easiest thing you’ll ever had to go through here. It will only get harder from now on,” she raised her eyebrows at them, scanning all their faces - which remained passive.

“Now, as your commanding officer, I expect all of you to always be on your best behavior,” she continued. “This means I expect nothing but the best from all of you. I also do not want to hear anything from anyone that my recruits are misbehaving. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they answered promptly.

Natasha let a hint of a smile play on her lips. “At ease.”

She watched them change into a laxer position, as did she, and lowered her voice. “Now, as you know, there is another group of new recruits, led by Captain Rogers. In two months, all of you will take another test that would give you the opportunity to level up as an agent.” she declared, already feeling a hype-sort of energy from her team, judging from their smiles and glances at each other.

“I don’t want to pressure you, but,” she let on, and all their eyes snap at her, “for the past two years, not all of the new recruits in my team got this promotion and I wish I can say the same about Steve’s- I mean, Captain Rogers’ group. But I have a good feeling this time around - I think you guys will be the ones to break my unfortunate streak.”

She smirked to herself, a playful gleam in her eyes, as she saw her agents smile to themselves as she dismissed them. She can feel that this will be the team that would finally make her win this year’s bet against Steve. He’s been getting too smug about his 100% pass rate for two years already and it’s about time she changes that.

–

“Hey why do you think Agent Romanoff wants us to beat Captain Rogers’ team? I mean, aren’t we all new SHIELD recruits here?” Paolo Crawford, a member of Natasha’s team, asked his friend.

Avery Steele, also a new recruit but in Steve’s team, just shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it’s just a friendly competition, you know? I mean, with them being The Avengers and everything, they must be real good friends or something.”

Paolo knitted his brows together, genuinely curious. “But there was something in her eyes when she mentioned Cap’s name…” he trailed off.

Avery blinked at him. “I know you have a habit, but please, please tell me you’re not thinking of what I think you’re thinking.”

“Okay, but hear me out-”

“Paolo, stop! They are our commanding officers, let’s not think too much about it.” Avery scolded, standing up to leave him alone with his sandwich. He just pouted and continued to eat lunch by himself.

–

Well truth be told, Paolo’s been trying to figure out what was up with Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff. If there’s anything between them, that is.

His interest was piqued when he went to his first orientation as a new SHIELD recruit - and the two of them were there to personally assess everyone. After getting over a fanboy moment of being in the same room as two Avengers, Paolo noticed something. The way Steve and Natasha worked together was fascinating.

But like Avery said, they are the Avengers, and most of all, partners. Of course, he expected them to be in sync and coordinated, but seeing it up close was… unreal. One of the things Paolo prides himself on is his meticulous attention to detail, and wow, those were some details he noticed from his commanding officers!

First of all, whenever Natasha would talk or address them, Steve gets this look in his eyes, and some sort of fondness takes over his face, a ghost of a smile always on his lips. It’s as if he’s mesmerized with what she’s saying, despite him for sure hearing it around a hundred times already.

And then there was a demonstration of some sort from the two of them – different types of fighting styles that the new recruits should practice for their assessment. There’s just something about seeing them “fight” in person that Paolo couldn’t take his eyes off – they looked like they’re dancing, with each of them knowing exactly how the other moves. It was truly captivating. But besides that, the way the two of them looked at each other while doing so – Natasha’s smirks and Steve’s smug grins – was just a tad bit too flirty to be platonic, in Paolo’s most honest opinion.

Well. If there isn’t anything but partnership between Rogers and Romanoff, Paolo can’t say he’s not disappointed. That would be a serious waste of chemistry.

–

A month and a half passed quickly, and suddenly, the acceleration assessment is only two weeks away. All the new recruits are feeling the pressure and the exhaustion from trainings and drills. Their schedule is packed with different kinds of things every day, right from the moment they wake up. They only get an hour and a half lunch breaks, and dismissal at 6pm.

This particular Friday, exactly two weeks from the assessment, all 30 new recruits just seemed so defeated by lunch time that Steve took Natasha aside to talk about them.

“Nat, we should give them the rest of the day off. Let them have an early start to their weekend,” he said, moving out of earshot from the common room by turning to a corner.

“Hmmm, I guess they’re still recovering from their full-day drill yesterday,” Natasha winced at the memory. They set out a field with targets, traps, fake shooters – the works – so the recruits can experience what the assessment will be like. They all did well, which was great, but she has to admit, even she got tired from just watching them.

“And that will also give us the rest of the day off,” Steve reminded her, grinning as he put his hands on her hips.

She smirked, “Oh? Got plans, Rogers?”

“I might have a few.”

“Okay, well, let’s actually dismiss them before we start your plan and forget about them,” she chuckled, standing on her tip toes to swiftly peck his lips. His grin got wider when he turned around and she slapped his ass as he was walking back.

“Hey guys,” Natasha tried not to roll her eyes at the way Steve addressed the room. Okay, she knows it’s lunch and they’re bringing good news, but this guy is just so nice to them. It’s always like Good Cop, Bad Cop with them – she can tell that the recruits fear her, out of respect of course, but she can also tell that they adore Steve. Well, who wouldn’t?

“We know you had a tough day yesterday and this morning,” he continued, everyone’s eyes fixed on them. “So, Agent Romanoff and I decided to let you guys go early today. You’re dismissed when you’re done with lunch. See you all on Monday!” he ended with a bright smile, which was received with applause and cheers from everyone.

Steve turned around to smirk at Natasha, who just shook her head at him, and placed a hand behind her back as they turned and made their way back to the elevators. Once she was certain no one was behind them, she snaked her arm around Steve’s waist and slipped her hand in the back pocket of his jeans.

–

“Avery I’m telling you, they’re together, together!” Paolo all but hysterically screamed at his friend after telling her to meet him out that night.

After getting dismissed by their COs, Paolo was going to catch the elevator back up to his quarters to take a nap since he was done eating anyway and he wanted to rest. He was checking his phone as he was walking, not really looking ahead of him since by this time, he practically knows the layout of building by heart. The sound of laughter made him look up – half in curiosity and half in fear – because that was Agent Romanoff’s laugh.

He froze in his step. In front of him were his COs, talking in low voices while very cozily waiting for the elevator.

Feeling like he witnessed something he shouldn’t, he swiftly turned the corner and just hoped that neither of them saw him. It’s not like he’s stalking them – he really isn’t – but he’s sure Agent Romanoff won’t appreciate him seeing that.

Taking a deep breath, he sprinted for the stairs on the side and decided to go through there instead, not really wanting to chance the elevator. He didn’t stop running up the stairs until he reached the floor of his room and shut himself in.

After hearing this from his, Avery tried very hard to push it aside, but she has to admit, even she’s getting intrigued. She sighed and swirled her drink with her fingertip.

“Interesting. I’ve been hearing some, well, gossip about Captain Rogers. You know, from other recruits…”

“And…?” Paolo prompted.

Avery spoke after taking a sip of her drink. “Well, they also have suspicions on him being with Agent Romanoff,” Paolo’s eyes widened, but she continued talking, “though the two of them are known to be best friends, so it might really be just how they are with each other,” she added with a shrug.

Paolo pouted. “I just want to know the truth,” he sighed and downed his drink. Avery looked at him with something akin to pity in her eyes.

“Why don’t you just go ask them? Agent Romanoff seems to really like you, she might want to chat with her favorite recruit.”

“Do you really think I’m her favorite?” Paolo asked cheekily, to which Avery rolled her eyes fondly at. “And no way! That’s just wrong in so many levels!”

“I don’t know what to tell you then.”

–

Paolo decided to come back to the HQ that night to get some workout and training in. Although he’s grateful for having the rest of the day off, he felt… guilty somehow that he didn’t feel worked out enough. Besides, the gym and most of the compound should be empty given it’s a Friday night – most are either out and about or too tired to be up. Before heading to the gym, he went to the kitchen first to get some water.

When he got in, there were two children – a girl and a boy – sitting on one of the tables, drawing on a piece of paper, and a sandwich and juice box in front of them. Paolo stared at the two, not quite comprehending what he was seeing. As far as he was concerned, there were no children living at SHIELD’s HQ, nor are random children randomly permitted to be there. SHIELD doesn’t start them young… right? No, no, no. That can’t be.

As if sensing that someone was staring, the boy – which looks older of the two – smiled and waved at him. He has golden-blond hair and a toothy grin, and he somehow looks familiar although Paolo was certain he’s never seen this child before. The little girl with him, noticing he was looking at someone, looked up and mimicked the boy – waving and smiling at Paolo as well. She has strawberry-blonde hair, as if the two colors are mixed together to get that shade.

Huh.

Not wanting to seem like a creep, he smiled back at them and gave a little wave, turning to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He still can’t fathom who those children are and what they were doing at SHIELD!

He was about to speak out and talk to them when someone beat him to it.

“Hey… what are you guys doing here?”

Crap. That was Captain Rogers’ voice.

Paolo couldn’t see him from where he was standing at the fridge and he stood very still, not wanting to move nor show himself if possible. But he knows it’s not because he hears footsteps approaching the tables – his way – and knows Steve will see him very soon.

“Uncle Sam brought us here because he said Auntie Maria called him to come here and that you and mommy are here too!” the boy babbled on.

Hold on.

Uncle Sam and Auntie Maria??? The Falcon – Sam Wilson and Director Hill – Maria Hill? You and mommy??? These are the Captain’s children???

The Captain has kids??? Is he married??? The only quarters in this part of the HQ are Steve’s and Natasha’s – who else could be here? The little girl has more of a red hair than blonde-

Paolo’s brain was going a hundred miles a minute. He’s trying to process what was happening around him like it’s a bunch of puzzle pieces that he has to put together.

“Your uncle’s here?” he heard Steve ask again, voice louder, indicating he’s almost to where Paolo was at. In an attempt to hide himself, he opened the door of the fridge and stared at it, like he’s watching the most fascinating movie while scanning its contents. They have an awful lot of milk and cheese, he noticed.

“Yeah!” he heard the boy exclaim. “Where’s mommy?”

“Well your mom and I…” Steve trailed off, his voice right behind Paolo, no doubt catching sight of him. “Agent Crawford?” he asked, voice laced with confusion. Paolo’s hand on the milk carton froze and he almost dropped the bottle of water he was holding.

He spun a very clumsy 180 degrees, feeling heat creep up into his neck. Said Captain was only wearing a robe and pajamas. And his hair was in disarray. Oh. He’s hoping that he doesn’t look like the tomato he just saw inside the fridge.

“Yes, Captain?” he really hoped his voice was steady to Steve’s ears because it sure as hell didn’t for him.

“What are you doing here this late on a Friday night?” Steve asked, smiling at him. He didn’t look mad – if anything, he looked surprised and amused. “Isn’t everyone else out? Or you know, resting?”

Paolo nodded. “Yes, Captain. I just thought I needed more training and I was going to work out down there,” he pointed downwards, as if Steve could see the gym from underneath his finger.

Steve let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, Agent Crawford. Get some rest. Nat, uh, I mean, Agent Romanoff is very happy with your performance. Trust me.”

Before Paolo could respond, the little boy tugged on Steve’s arm. “Daddy, I’m sleepy,” he pouted. Steve laughed and mussed up his hair.

“James, Mommy has to stay here tonight. If you want, I can go home with you two and she’ll come home tomorrow. Or… just sleep in Mommy and I’s bed here for tonight.” Steve explained.

Paolo knows this is a personal moment and he’s basically been dismissed by Steve which means he should probably leave. But alas, he felt frozen in his spot, still holding onto the fridge’s door and peering inside it while stealing glances at the three.

“With mommy!!!” the little girl squealed out. Steve grinned and leaned down to pick the little girl up in his arms. The boy – James, it seems – nodded and stood up.

“Crawford,” Paolo’s head snapped up to meet Steve’s eye, “like I said. Nat likes you, and that’s no easy feat. Take it easy. Though don’t let her know about this,” he winked, a mischievous smile on his lips. And with the girl on his right arm, Steve held out his left hand for James to hold on to.

“Y-yes, Captain.” He answered. Steve nodded and walked with the two to the elevator, finally leaving Paolo alone to slump on the floor.

Well at least his question was answered.

But what did he mean by not letting her know about “this”? That Steve told him he was her favorite or that he found out about their family?

Huh. So, Black Widow and Captain America really is a thing. And they have children. Paolo shook his head and smiled to himself. At least he shipped the right couple. He stood up and walked to his quarters. Although he was dying to tell Avery about it, the moment between him and Captain Rogers felt so… personal that he knew he can’t just talk to other people about that. Not without the consent of either of them – he knew it wasn’t his place nor his story to tell.

–

The day after the recruits’ assessments was a very tense one. The two groups were told to meet their COs first thing in the morning to learn about their results.

Steve and Natasha stood before the 30 anxious faces of the recruits, holding a piece of paper with the results. They shared a glance before Steve spoke up.

“First of all, I want to tell everyone: good job on your assessment. We were very pleased with the results.”

“Yes, I have to say, each and every one of you exceeded our expectations,” Natasha continued, to which she was met with shocked faces.

Steve observed the recruits and let out a chuckle, looking at Natasha and raising an eyebrow. The corners of her lips lifted, and she nodded. “To answer the question in your minds: Yes. All of you are now Level 2 agents. Congratulations.” He smiled and clapped his hands, which was followed by cheering and clapping from the newly-appointed agents.

After a while of celebrating, Natasha put her hand up, to which they silenced as she began to talk. “Now, as my group knows, this is the first time in two years that I had a hundred percent pass rate. Well, Captain Rogers and I have this bet – if one of us achieves that perfect rate, we’d owe the other a dare. Since we both achieved that this year, then we both owe each other a dare.” She heard the crowd go “Oooooo” and smirked.

Steve looked at her, puzzled. Natasha stared back at him and grinned. “And I want to redeem my dare right now.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? What might that dare be?”

“Kiss me.“

Silence.

The agents looked at each other, shocked. Did they hear that correctly?

Steve stared at Natasha, blinking slowly, as if she might as well have told him that she was Loki in disguise.

“Come on, Rogers, you heard me,” Natasha prompted, crossing her arms over her chest and raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

The agents are looking at them back-and-forth, like it was a movie unfolding. It took Steve a while to recover. He stood up straighter and smiled at her. “Why, do you want to make our new agents uncomfortable?” he asked, putting his hands on her waist. She let out a laugh and shook her head.

“I’m actually aiming for the opposite.” She unfolded her arms to hold onto his shirt, standing on her toes to meet Steve’s lips as he leaned down. Gasps and Awwwws erupted from the group as their lips met, which made Natasha smile as she playfully bit Steve’s lower lip before pulling away.

She turned back to the agents, waiting for someone bold enough to ask them the question. One brave soul in the back raised her hand. Natasha nodded and the agent spoke up.

“So, does that mean you and Captain Rogers are dating?”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. The agents looked puzzled. All but one.

“Agent Crawford, you didn’t tell them?”

All eyes snapped to Paolo, who almost jumped at the mentioned of his name. “N-no, ma’am,” he merely squeaked out, feeling flushed at getting singled out. Steve gave him a thumbs up in return. From the other group, he saw Avery shooting him a looking that’s half-glaring, half-confusion.

“Nice work. I appreciate that.” Natasha told him. “No, Steve and I aren’t dating. We’re married.”

“And we have two kids,” Steve added, smiling at everyone. They stared at them, speechless. Who would’ve guessed?

“You might be wondering why we’re telling you this now,” Natasha spoke up after a few seconds of silence. “Now that all of you have Level 2 Clearance, we can tell you this and you’ll also be seeing more of SHIELD, like getting access to more places in the HQ and such. This is just a heads up that you might see our kids, James and Sarah, roaming around. They’re usually in the higher floors and lounges so if you see them, don’t freak out. They’re used to this environment so please just say hi or something.”

“So,” Steve clapped his hands together, “that’s all for now. Once again, congratulations. We may not be your direct CO anymore, but feel free to chat if you see any of us. We’re here as your mentors to support you. Dismissed.”

–

“How dare you not tell me!” Avery whispered a bit loudly at Paolo while they were in the newly-accessible lounge.

“Captain’s orders.” Paolo grinned sheepishly, waving at the little kids who just entered the room accompanied by their father. Steve caught his eye and winked at him.

[extraterrestreilegal]

Chapter IX

It was getting towards the end of my first freshman year and I’d done nothing but skip school, smoke weed, and work. I stopped going to the gym every now and then because I’d developed a new addiction, working out. It was getting out of hand, I’d become obsessed with losing weight that I stopped caring about other aspects of my life. I wasn’t even focused on bettering my mental state anymore, I figured if I could change how I looked, my parents wouldn’t have to look at an ugly disappointment. The unfortunate thing was that they probably liked that I was working.

They were no longer buying my brother or I anything. Their only worry was getting my younger brother to not turn out like us. I’m glad they cared about him and now were truly focusing on being better parents, but they forgot Alex and I were still children. We needed our parents now more than anything, but they found it easier to mold a newborn than realize their two other children were hurting.

It didn’t seem like it to anyone outside of my family, but that household was a toxic environment to grow up in. Remember how I said my parents used to beat us? Well they also beat us when we’d misbehave or as much as move a muscle without being told to. They beat it into our brains when we were younger to not speak unless spoken to. To be quiet when the adults were talking. They didn’t teach us these things, they were beat into us. Whatever they could find near them, that was what was used to hit us. One time it was an old brick of a phone made by the company Nokia that knocked me unconscious. Another time it was a knife that luckily the back end hit my head. On another occasion it was a bowl of boiling soup being thrown at Alex’s face. You see, I grew up hearing kids complain about their parents smacking them or hitting them with a belt. I wish it had just been a belt. I wish it had been just a smack. I wished for years that the torture would end. And it never did because I was stuck on trying to make my parents happy and proud of me instead of doing it for myself.

I spent most of life trying to please them, and then one day I met someone who would change my life forever. It had been raining during the day and my friends and I had made plans to go out to the club. I was young but I had been going to the club for a bit now. There was a local hispanic night club and the bouncers knew my brother and his friends, so they would let us in to party. I didn’t talk to them much but I went because either my parents didn’t want me to be at home, or I myself didn’t want to be home. One night my plans fell through and I was walking the road behind my neighborhood. I’d left my phone at home because it was another one of those days where nothing was going right, so I just wanted to distance myself from everyone. It eventually stopped raining and I decided to go on a walk with my clothes still on ready to go to the club.

As I’m walking in the middle of the road, I’m looking up at the now-clear night sky thinking. I was feeling upset because I by now I had been using the club to get myself to try like women more. I tried really hard to find women attractive but as I was getting older, I was only looking at the men. I would go to the club with the thought in my head that I would go up to a woman and ask her to dance, but it never felt right. I didn’t know it then that nothing was wrong with me, but it was something I didn’t want. I wanted to be normal like everyone else and not have to think this way. But whenever I’d get the courage to ask a woman to dance, I’d get nervous because I’d start to look at their man and think to myself, “Damn, can’t I just ask you?”

As I’m walking down the dark road, I see a light appear behind me. It was only about 10:00PM but growing up undocumented, I was raised to constantly watch my shoulder. I was raised to always make sure I knew which way to run if any danger was near. No one saw how my upbringing and undocumented status was causing me anxiety and paranoia because I was also raised to hide it. Who knew I’d be playing hide in seek in my own messed up ways, unlike the other kids who got the chance to live out their childhood as the children they were.

As the light was growing closer, I tried to look over my shoulders to see what kind of car it was. I had no luck as the bright lights were blinding me from seeing the top of the car to check for police lights. The lights were now directly behind me but they’d stopped moving towards me. All of a sudden I realized the car had stopped directly behind me. If you know anything about the road I was on, you’d understand why I didn’t run yet. The particular part I was by, the road had ditches on both sides of the road. If I made a run for it over the ditches though, there was a chance I’d fall in, defeating the purpose of me leaving the scene as soon and swiftly as possible. But if I ran in any other direction, the car could easily follow me, since there was no where to run towards but an open field or down the road.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of a window sliding down. Unsure of what was going on I continued to walk like nothing was wrong. But then I heard a girl’s voice yell, “Hey you! Walking! Come here!”

I know what some of you may be thinking, wasn’t I just scared of the car? I was, but curiosity took over me and I stopped walking and turned around. I made my way towards the car and I could slowly but surely make out the silhouette of two girls. As I approached the window, I saw a brown haired, fair skinned, girl smiling at me. She looked lost but seemed glad I actually turned around to talk to a stranger in the middle of the night on a dark road. She then proceeded to introduce herself, “Hi there! I’m Sarah, first of all, why are you walking alone on a dark a road in the middle of the night? And secondly, I got lost and I was wondering if you could help me out and point me to which direction the highway towards Detroit is.”

Confused but now sure they didn’t mean any harm, I replied in a tone I can only describe as the gay-lisp, “Oh you know, plans fell through. The usual haha. But you’re actually very close, you just keep going down the road, make a right, and eventually you’ll get there.”

Before I even gave her a chance to respond, I turned around and started walking my little gay ass back in the direction I was heading. As I was walking away I could hear slight arguing coming from their car, but I didn’t pay attention to it until I heard the girl in the passenger seat say, “No! He looks too young!”

Then I heard Sarah’s voice calling for me, “Hey night walker! Come back!”

Hesitantly but surely, I turned around and made my way back towards the open window. As I was walking up, I could see Sarah smiling now that my vision had adjusted to the brightness of the headlights. I get to the window and she said, “Hi, Sarah again, what’s your name? This is Tina.”

I smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Frito, so what exactly am I too young for?”

She giggled and said, “Don’t mind Tina, she just doesn’t seem to remember we were all young at some point. How old are you?”

I thought about it for a second and I wasn’t sure whether to tell them how old I really was, “Four—sixteen.”

She laughed for a second and said, “So are you fourteen or sixteen? Come on there’s no need to lie haha.”

I sighed and said, “Okay fine, yeah, I’m only fourteen, but what am I still too young for?”

She said, “Well, you said your plans fell through. I was just wondering if you’d like to join us.”

At this point I hadn’t processed much of what she had said or I probably would’ve never done what I did. I simply asked, “Join you? I don’t know you guys.”

She laughed and said, “Well join us and you can get to know us. I don’t think we’re that bad haha.”

I laughed and said, “Alrighty, where are we going?”

She smiled and said, “Oh, we’re just going to Walmart for a few things.”

Now, I hadn’t thought about why she originally was asking on directions towards Detroit, but that would eventually become apparent. Without much hesitation, I agreed and she unlocked the doors to let me into the car. It was a 2003 Buick LaSabre and the seats were a beige fabric that was clearly stained with ashes. I could smell the faint smell of freshly burned marijuana and cigarettes. I of course didn’t mind because by now I was smoking every day so I’d been accustomed to it. We were making our way towards Walmart, which they also had no idea where it was, and suddenly Sarah turned and asked me, “Do you drink?”

Now I know I said I’d grown up drinking my whole life, but when I really started smoking weed in eighth grade, I’d found that it’d been helping with my now developed eating disorders and mental disorders. Whenever I drank by now, I never felt like myself. By now it’d always felt like the more I drank, the higher the chances were of me turning out like my father. So I tried not to as much as I could—which unfortunately is hard to avoid living in a hispanic household. But without much thought, I simply responded with, “Not too much these days.”

Sarah smiled and said, “Oh, these days?”

I just looked at her and smiled because I didn’t really want to explain my messed up life and how I’d been living until that point. The rest of the ride to Walmart was short but quiet. We eventually made it to Walmart and I will never forget the grin on Sarah and Tina’s face before we stepped out of the car. I knew something was up but I tried to dismiss it as much as I could because I didn’t want to make it clear that I was now feeling slightly uncomfortable.

As we made our way to the door, Sarah and Tina were playing around like elementary school kids. Trying to jump on top of each other but laughing and yelling hysterically for each other to stop. I smiled because I hadn’t been around genuine happiness like that, I was used to being around people who found happiness artificially. I was admittedly jealous that I didn’t have anyone I could be like that with. But I was now feeling glad I had made the choice to come along on a trip with two strange friendly girls. Unknown to me then, this night would be the start of the life I lived in secrecy. The start of excruciating pain that’d last a life time and traumatize my young mind for the rest of my life. I was looking for happiness and love in places unknown to me. I was used to doing things on my own, so why should my quest for finding those things be any different? I had to do it all on my own. And I eventually did.

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A Family Like Ours {Breath of the Forbidden One Shot}{Prince!Shiro x Reader}

Words: 3668

   Summary: Takashi only needed to get through this meeting, but with a family as rowdy as his, that was easier said than done.

   Notes: I missed my babies ;')

   Coran Junior was known amongst the kingdom of Voltron to be quite a menace.

   The king and queens son – the prince. He had taken on the title that his father had once pinned to his name, and being only five years old, he currently had no clue just how a prince was supposed to act. Neither you nor Takashi bothered to teach him such things just yet; you wanted him to have a childhood. A childhood that neither of his parents were able to have.

   With you having served your childhood on the streets of both Altea and Voltron, searching for any type of work you could get, Takashi had been raised in a castle, which had robbed him of his childhood just as much as you had been robbed of yours. Having his every little need met by handmaidens and guards alike, he had never experienced what it was like to be a child.

   During the months of your first pregnancy with Coran Junior, you and Takashi had agreed that there would be nothing like that going on in your household once the baby was born. He would have a childhood. He would be able to go outside and play with his friends, and he would know what it was like to do stuff for himself. He would learn basic human skills. He would know that his rank didn't make him any better than other people.

    Today he was particularly rowdy, you noticed. From the moment you had opened your eyes, seen him standing by the end of your bed with a large grin on his face, his black hair stuck up in it's uncombed state, you knew today was going to be difficult.

    First of all, Coran and Esmay were both fairly restless. Coran insisted on having all of the attention this morning whilst Esmay was fussy over the fact that she had been woken up earlier than usual; she was definitely your child. Whilst Takashi managed to get out of bed with a spring in his step no matter what time it was, you cherished the few hours of down time you got every night.

    Secondly, today was the first meeting between Takashi and the new king of the Galra state, Lotor. It was a big deal to everybody else, though Takashi had read the invite with barely a nod of interest to prove for his own excitement. He and Lotor had grown up together, and though they had barely spoken since the incident with Ezor, this meeting between them was surely going to be nothing more than a few friends catching up.

    You were excited to meet princess Allura again as she had made it clear that she was accompanying Lotor on his trip to Voltron. Allura had always been pleasant with you, and the fact that she was of the same race as you made you feel a little bit more excitement towards the whole ordeal.

   You would just have to find a way to settle your children first.

   As the time for the meeting grew closer, you found yourself losing hope. You didn't want to send the kids off with Coran. Lotor would want to meet them both, and you knew the meeting would go much more smoothly if there were children around to break the ice – but children who were this rowdy? You struggled to believe that that would cause anything more than annoyance amongst the guests you would soon be welcoming into your home.

   You grabbed at Junior's arm as he ran around you, Esmay seated in your lap with the beans from breakfast still clumped in her curly black hair. She had just finished screaming her head off as you tried to run a comb through her locks, and Junior had not settled down once during the entire ordeal.

    “Coran Shirogane, if you do not sit down and settle right now, I'm telling your father that you misbehaved!”

   Junior simply squealed, now adding a tiny jump to the laps he was running.

   You groaned, running a hand through your hair. You were still yet to meet with the stylists who were due to make you look presentable enough for king Lotor. You still weren't used to the pampering, though you found yourself suddenly craving to be sat in that seat – anywhere but here.

   You loved your children with every beat of your heart, but there were times when being alone sounded a whole lot more appealing than dealing with their screaming.

    You made another attempt at Esmay's hair, simply using your fingers instead of trying to take the comb to it again. You didn't want to set her off so soon before the meeting, though even your fingers were causing her to stir in your folded legs, her chubby hands reaching out and grabbing at the ends of your trousers.

    Junior suddenly slumped forward, spreading himself across your shoulders with his arms wound tightly around your neck.

    “Mummy, I'm bored! Daddy said there's a special meeting today that I'm invited to, but it's taking too long!”

    You nodded, somehow managing to ignore the five year old currently trying to climb up your back whilst you dealt with Esmay.

   “Are you coming to the meeting too, Mummy?” your son continued. “Me and you can sneak sweets in like we did the last time.”

   “Daddy got mad at us for that, baby,” you replied, unable to hold back the fond smile that spread across your lips at the memory. You and Coran handing sweets to each other beneath the table, Coran giggling as you subtly told him to shh with a finger to your lips.

   “Daddy did indeed,” a voice sounded from the door. Your head swung around, relief immediately flooding through you at the sight of your husband leaning against the door frame of the master bedroom.

    A soft smile adorned his lips as he looked at the sight in front of him. You could only frown, shooting him a desperate glance, a silent plea for help.

   Takashi chuckled and stepped inside, fixing the cuff of his dress shirt as he did so. His black hair was sat slumped against his forehead, as it usually was on his lazy days. You knew he would soon get it slicked back to look presentable for Lotor, though you found yourself appreciating the casual style he still managed to maintain; it reminded you of all of them years ago whenever you would run into each other in the hallways – you in your handmaidens uniform, him in whatever whacky suit he had pulled together that day. Today, he wore a black and white, vertical striped blazer that made him look taller than he already was.

   Your husband knelt down and scooped Coran Junior into his arms. You heard your son squeal in excitement.

   “Are you bothering Mummy?” Takashi asked.

   “No. I was talking to her about the meeting,” Junior replied. “Did you know that she's coming too? We were all invited!”

   “We were,” Takashi chuckled, before you felt him prod the small of your back with his shoe. “What has she got in her hair?”

   “Beans,” you responded. Esmay stirred in your grip again, reaching up and catching your fingers as you tried to undo a knot that had gotten caught in her curls.

    “Beans,” Takashi repeated. “Why has she got beans in her hair?”

   You sighed, giving up. You slumped back against the door of the dresser, finally casting your eyes up to look at Takashi – his presence always managed to calm you, and you felt a slight weight get lifted off of your shoulders whenever you were met by his fond smile, holding his son in his arms. “The both of them were extremely rowdy at breakfast this morning. Junior was running around the dining room, and whenever I went to check on him, she somehow managed to get a handful of beans and then continued to run her fingers through her hair.”    Takashi's eyes widened in amusement, his gaze flicking down to look at his daughter. He seemed to soften immediately, a small smile adorning his features once again – that look of fondness that you would never manage to get over. It was a pure look, one that told you just how much this man loved his children.

   “Wow,” he said. “I haven't known them to misbehave before noon in a long time.” He looked down at Junior, who was still cradled in his fathers arms. There was a large grin on your sons face, Takashi holding him like he was a baby again, a fact which clearly amused the five year old toddler. “Were you giving your Mummy a difficult time this morning?”

    Junior shook his head immediately. You raised a brow, pulling Esmay towards you. She snuggled into your chest, one hand still knotted in her hair as she tried to replicate the feeling of your own fingers.

     “And now you're telling lies?” Takashi continued. Junior snickered but continued to shake his head. “What did I tell you about lies, Junior?”

    “Lying is bad,” Junior recited.

   Takashi nodded. “Exactly. So tell me the truth. What were you doing in the dining room this morning?”

    Junior took a moment to reply. You watched him, watched how his smile – identical to Takashi's – never once wavered. He was so amused by this, and you found yourself fighting back your own giggles at the innocent act your son was trying to play, knowing full well he had done wrong this morning. You had already scolded him for not sitting down and eating his breakfast – he knew he had been bad.

    “Mummy cooked me egg and toast,” Junior said finally. Takashi raised a brow. “I ate it! The toast was cut into little strips and I dipped it into the yellow stuff in the middle – but I didn't eat the white bit. I gave those to Esmay.”

    “Was that all you were doing?” Takashi pushed.

   “And then I played races around the table.”

   “There it is!” you exclaimed. Takashi shook his head, his grin widening as he tried his hardest to put on a stern expression, glaring down at his son who had now burst into a fit of hysterical giggles.

   And then Takashi started tickling him.

   You laughed loudly as your husband tossed Junior onto the double bed. Junior bounced once, rolled over and squealed as Takashi attacked him with a claw like hand digging into his stomach, his fingers moulding with the fabric of Junior's shirt as he tickled him. Esmay laughed along with them, amused by the scene in front of her. She started bouncing in your lap, clapping her chubby hands.

    “Careful you don't break anything!” you called out through a fit of giggles.

   Takashi didn't even look up. He had now leaned down and was pretending to take bites out of Junior's neck, making Junior curl up and kick his small feet into his fathers chest. Takashi played along, pretending that his kicks were genuinely hurting him and rolling over to the side, clutching his heart.

   Junior gasped, eyes widening as he scrambled up. He took one look at his father before diving on top of him, wrapping his small arms around his shoulders and burying his head in the crook of Takashi's neck.

   “Daddy, stay alive! We have a meeting today, remember? You and me were meant to go to the meeting together!”

   You chuckled as Takashi cracked open one eye, wrapping his arms around Junior's middle. Junior gasped at the contact, clearly surprised to see that his kicks hadn't, in fact, killed Takashi.

    “Oh yes,” Takashi said. “How could I forget? I definitely can't die now.”

   Junior grinned and nodded. “Exactly!”

    The door to the room opened at that moment, and Coran Senior poked his head inside. Esmay started clapping again at the sight of him – she had always taken a liking to Coran. You often teased that it was because of his moustache, which he now had trimmed a little bit though it still curled up at the ends.

   He raised a brow at the sight of the room – Junior sprawled out on top of Takashi's chest, you sitting on the floor with a bean-covered Esmay bouncing in your lap. Neither of you batted an eyelid, finding nothing weird about how your family chose to spend their free time.

    “So this is what has kept you from the stylist chair?” Coran said, turning to you.

   You shrugged. “Being a mother is difficult, my good friend.”

  Coran scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Well, so is being a queen, and you now have queenly duties to attend to. So get moving.”

    You pouted, but you knew he was right. As much as you didn't want to get up and leave the perfect scene you had just been involved in, you did have queenly duties to attend to, no matter how much you tried to push them to the side.

   And so the poking and the prodding began, very much against your will. Needles were pushed into the fabrics you were due to wear, tightening them until your bosom was pouring out over the top of the dress. Takashi whistled at you on his way past the room, having only poked his head in once with Esmay dangling from his arm. You had thrown a shoe at him, prompting him to quickly flee from the dressing room with only the echoes of his laughter as evidence he had been there at all.

    By the time Lotor had arrived, you had changed outfits twice, had your hair redone a number of times due to Esmay's clawing hands ruining the original do, and had make up placed neatly upon your skin. You knew you would no doubt break out into hives after this meeting, your face not used to the feeling of cosmetics upon it.

    You were relieved to finally be taking your seat next to Takashi at the head of the table, Lotor, Allura and sat on the other end. A number of guards occupied the other seats, a mix between Galra and Voltron citizens.

    You tried to keep Coran Junior as firm on your lap as you possibly could – at least during the introductions. He could sit still for only a few minutes whilst his father greeted the guests. Takashi held Esmay in his arms as he did so, grinning at Lotor, starting up a warm chat about how long it had been since the two had seen each other, how things had been. Allura congratulated you on the birth of your children, despite it being nearly an entire year since you had been pregnant.

    Allura questioned you on the delivery, on how your body had been able to take such a harsh process after the years you had spent being underfed and malnutritioned.

   “It was by the grace of the Lions,” you replied, keeping a smile on your face. As the conversations continued to flow – gradually getting more and more political as the meeting went on – Coran Junior failed to sit still in your lap.

    He tugged at the collar of your dress, pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear. “Mummy, I stole sweets out of Uncle Coran's room before the meeting. Do you want one?”

   You shot upright, eyes wide. Takashi raised a brow, turning to look at you in concern as Lotor went on about how his coronation had went only a few weeks prior. You sent your husband a warm smile, a way to tell him you were okay, though you could feel the giggles bubbling in your chest.

   Perhaps it was the boredom that caused you to suddenly be so easily amused, but the idea of Junior sneaking into Coran's room and stealing the sweets he had made you want to laugh.

   You looked back to your son and leaned forward so you, too, could whisper back to him. “What ones did you steal?”

   Junior fumbled in his trouser pocket for a second before pulling out what looked like a paper bag of jelly beans. You had seen Coran buy those at the market only a few days prior, and it was clear he had planned on saving them for a special occasion. Jelly beans were much more common in Altea than they were in Voltron, a fact that you and Coran had been forced to learn the hard way.

   You snickered as you reached your hand out. Junior excitedly bounced upon your legs as he poured a few into your awaiting palm, before slyly placing one into his own mouth.

   He shot upright, dramatically looking around the table in the way only a five year old could do. You followed his lead, slyly slipping the jelly bean into your mouth and chewing away as quickly and as subtly as possible.

    Takashi and Lotor continued to speak. You and Coran continued to eat, even slipping Esmay the odd sweet whenever she popped her head around her fathers shoulder.

    The end of the meeting was quickly approaching, though, and you knew you would soon have to find some excuse as to why your five year old son wasn't completely worn out but, instead, seemed to be on a sugar high. Usually Junior and Esmay both would be knocked out by this time, but Junior was still bouncing up and down on your lap, clapping his hands to the table as Esmay laughed and tugged at Takashi's grey tuft of hair.

   Takashi raised a brow as she reached up to do it again. Lotor chuckled.

   “They both seem a bit restless from what I can see,” he commented. “Lions, even your wife looks a little bit bubbly there, Takashi. What have you been feeding them?”

   You pursed your lips. It was obvious Takashi had caught on. He turned to look at you, tilting his head a little bit to the side with his eyes narrowed. You avoided his gaze, instead choosing to pretend like you had taken a sudden interest in the wallpaper that lined the dining room walls.

   Takashi sighed. “My apologies for my families lack of manners, King Lotor.”

   “An apology is not needed,” Lotor replied. “We should probably get going anyway, Allura and I. A long day of travel ahead.”

   “Of course.” Takashi and you both stood up, bidding the couple a warm farewell.

   As soon as the dining room door shut behind them, Takashi sighed loudly, dramatically, any way to get his clear frustration out.

   You grinned at him.

   “You have jelly beans in your teeth.”

  You closed your mouth immediately, swiping your tongue across your teeth. “It was an accident, Takashi. I swear to you. The jelly beans were just there, and-”

   “Where did you even get them from?” Takashi stepped forward and swiped the nearly empty bag of sweets out of Junior's hand. Junior wailed, turning to you in a sudden flurried panic that startled Esmay, her head snapping off of her fathers shoulder.

   “He found them, Mummy!” Junior yelled. “We have to go! He's gonna get aaaangry!”

   You picked Junior back up and held him close to you. He continued to wail, trying to make any attempts to run as Takashi inspected the bag.

   “These are Coran's?” Takashi questioned, ignoring his sons overdramatic yelling.

   You nodded. “Junior took them from his room this morning, I think. It would have been a shame to have put them to waste, wouldn't it?”

   Takashi raised a brow. For a second, you truly thought he was angry; he had every right to be, of course. As queen, you were supposed to show at least some level of respect for the guests you were due to serve. Takashi was aware of your lack of courtly skills, but he had given you a fair warning that eating sweets during a meeting wasn't something he approved of.

   You ducked your head down, sighing. “I'm-”

   Suddenly, Takashi's fingers came in contact with your chin. It was a slight movement, his fingertips like feathers against your skin, but it startled you nonetheless. Your eyes snapped up as he guided your head to look at him, soft grey eyes meeting yours and immediately, somehow, relaxing you.

    “I have told you time and time again that you don't have to apologise to me for anything,” he said. “I'm truly more angry at the fact that you didn't share with me during the conversation. Lions know I could have used a sugar boost.”

   Your eyes widened. “Takashi! Lotor is your friend!”

  Takashi groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. You could sense his exhaustion – you loved it when he got like this. Whenever he was tired, he ceased to function like a king. He became Takashi again, with that same lop sided grin and those teasing comments he always used to make. He no longer cared about what Voltron thought of him, and it was times like that whenever you remembered why you had fallen in love with him in the first place.

    “And I appreciate him coming here today, but I've been wanting to curl up in bed all day,” he said. “Would you do me the honours of joining me?”

   You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and bouncing Junior on your hip. “Afraid I can't, Your Highness. It seems like these two have quite a sugar rush to burn off.”

   “And whose fault is that?”

   “I'm going to blame you for dragging us to a meeting that was more boring than your coronation.”

   Takashi gasped dramatically. “My coronation was not boring!”

   But you were already half-way out the door, grinning to yourself with a spring in your step.