BatIM Oneshots and Headcanons

home [15 minute drabble]

yes of course it's shant because fuck you i do what i want

seriously go find another book to waste your time on

-x-

"come on!" shawn shouted, dragging grant up the hill by the hand. the englishman grinned, doing his best to follow as they made their way over to a tree at the top. shawn turned to him.

"sit," he directed, pointing to the tree.

grant looked at him, "but my suit-"

"sit."

grant sat.

shawn laid down on the soft grass, putting his head in grant's lap, watching the leaves flutter above, and sighed. he raised a hand and their fingers intertwined, his boyfriend's other hand coming up to comb through his soft honey curls.

"sessile oak," he told grant.

"what?"

"it's a sessile oak." he reached for a discarded leaf and held it up, the sun's rays beaming off it. "national tree of ireland, if you don't count the strawberry tree."

grant smiled softly, then looked up, allowing his gaze to get lost in the sky peeking through the leaves and branches. "i miss home."

shawn looked up at him. "what do you miss most about britain?" he asked softly.

"fish and chips." grant answered flatly.

the irishman choked on spit before composing himself and slapping his boyfriend on the arm. "fuck you, the chips are nice here."

"they don't even wrap them in newspapers! at least us brits damn recycle!"

"well you brits also get to have your own queen and own like half the world, so i guess you entitled shits can afford to chuck a few newspapers away-"

grant looked at him like he was insane. "never."

"is this why you keep that stack of old newspapers in the kitchen?"

"no."

"stop lying."

"yes."

"you and your damn papers can go fuck yourself."

"i don't see what's wrong with the papers!"

shawn grumbled and rolled his face off grant's lap and onto the grass, silent for a long few seconds before he let out a delighted gasp, sat up and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. "look!"

without noticing, the two had been sitting on a patch of small tri-leaved plants, with tiny white flowers sprouting here and there.

shawn grinned, picking a few and lying down on his boyfriend's lap again, inspecting them closely.

grant smiled, then plucked a shamrock from the ground and threaded it into shawn's hair.

-x-

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