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Written for; Stickers; Sweets; Sugar Quill - Write about someone with a sweet tooth.
Wordcount Without AN - 421
Warning - Trigger warning for a mobility disability.
Bad Influence
Seamus entered the house quietly. He wasn't sure whether Lavender would be sleeping and he didn't want to wake her up if she was.
She wasn't.
Sitting on the sofa, she had her head buried in a book, a bag of half eaten sweets resting against her thigh. She looked up when she heard him enter, a smile on her face.
"Hey you," she murmured, accepting the kiss he bent over to place on her lips. "Did you have a good shift?"
Seamus shrugged, sitting down beside her. "Sweets? Again, Lav?"
She smiled sheepishly, tossing the sweet bag on the table. "You know I can't resist them," she murmured, settling against his chest. "I have an addiction."
Seamus nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. His other hand moved to the large pocket of his cloak.
Handing over a box, he said, "I shouldn't be encouraging this. I'm a bad man. I'm going to hell."
Lavender squealed happily over the Deluxe box of Honeydukes Sweets.
"I love you."
Seamus nodded again, sighing. "You always do when I fetch you sugar."
She giggled, leaving the box to the side to press kisses all over his face. "I love you even when you don't bring me sugar," she promised. "But… the sugar makes me love you more."
"Come take a shower with me," he murmured, holding her close. "I missed you today."
When she nodded, he stood from the sofa and lifted her easily in his arms. No matter how much sugar she ate, she never gained weight. Walking through their home to the bathroom, Seamus sat her into the specially adapted shower seat and spelled their clothes away, tapping his wand to the shower head, to ensure the perfect temperature of the water.
He washed her and then himself, enjoying the simple pleasure of taking care of his woman. He didn't tell her about his day, about the two werewolf attack victims. He didn't tell her that he saw her in every laceration he'd treated on their wounded bodies.
Instead he washed them both and then retired them to the bedroom, settling Lavender on the bed before he made sure her magical wheelchair was in reach for her in the morning.
Finally, when all checks were done, he summoned the sweets he'd bought her and settled on the bed next to her, opening the box.
When he stole one of the sugary treats, Lavender giggled.
Seamus just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say, you're a terrible influence on me."