This collection has been entered in The Ultimate Pairing Drabble Competition.
Pairing: Dean/Seamus
Word Count: 506
Prompt: painting
Dean watched as the portrait took shape under his talented hands. He couldn't remember the last time he had used pencil and paints to draw and create, and now that he was at Ginny's Aunt Muriel's home, he finally had access to basic art materials again.
It had been nearly a year since he had last seen Seamus, and the only photograph Dean possessed of him had been lost somewhere in the Forest of Dean. He needed to look at the face of the boy he loved, even if it was only through a painting of his creation.
As his hands flew over the parchment in front of him, he turned his mind back to the day he had confessed his feeling to Seamus.
"I know you're hiding somethin' from me Dean!" Seamus shouted, hints of brogue coming out as a result of his irritation.
"Shay, please, leave it," Dean begged. Seamus couldn't find out that Dean was in love with him. There was no way Dean was going to lose his friendship.
"Dean, I'm yer best friend. Why can't you tell me what's goin' on with you?"
"Shay, I'm begging you, leave it alone!" Dean said, anger starting to bubble inside of him. Why couldn't Seamus see that he didn't want to talk about this?
"Dean, if somethin's bothering you, I'm not goin' to leave it alone!"
That was it. Dean had had enough. If Seamus really wanted to know what was going on, Dean would show him.
He walked up to Seamus, gathering up all his courage.
"Dean, what –"
Before Seamus could finish his question, Dean reached up and pulled Seamus down to his height, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss. For a moment, Seamus struggled against him, but soon gave in, returning the kiss with just as much enthusiasm.
The two were lost in the kiss for a while, tongues tangling with each other, Dean never wanted it to end, but soon enough, air became a requirement. Once they broke away, Dean looked at Seamus fearfully; afraid that this would be the only time he would experience such bliss.
But Seamus smiled at him, a large, luminous smile. "Why din' you just say so?" he asked, gently stroking Dean's face. "We could have gotten rid of your worries a long time ago."
And then his lips were on Dean's once more, and Dean forgot to think.
Dean regretfully pulled himself out of his thoughts, looking down at his painting. While he had been occupied in memories of a better time, his hands had somehow managed to complete the drawing.
There, in all his glory was Seamus, as Dean saw him, with colour and life coming out of him. Golds, corals, reds – to Dean, Seamus emitted light and colour, the perfect muse for a painter.
There was a part of him that wondered if they would ever see each other alive again, but he pushed it out his mind.
Harry would defeat Voldemort, and Dean and Seamus would see each other again.
For:
The Jigsaw Puzzle Challenge
The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 681. Enchanted Quill
Slash/Femmeslash Bootcamp, Prompt 11. Portrait
HP Potions Competition, Developing Potion
