Here is my Seamus x Dean thing. Urgh! hate myself for not updating. I am an awful person. Please feel free to reprimand me.
Thank you to Guest. You made me write this thing, even if it's not the pairing you suggested: you forced me into writing something at least.
This one is a bit crappy, but at least it's something. A little different than my usual.
SET IN GoF BEFORE YULE BALL.
Hapless, Hopeless Many
He's Irish. I think I've got some distant Irish Aunt or something somewhere. I've never met her, but she sends Christmas cards every single year.
The colour green, fittingly, suits him: in a way, I've planned this moment for years. This is the moment when I kiss Seamus Finnigan.
Whoa. There we go. That's my heartbeat picking up right there.
If I described the ways I love Seamus, then you would think me odd. It may be the accent, or the way he laughs. But, I think, I know: it's the way he loves me back. The way he can make light jokes, and still care about the colour of my eyes. The way he dresses, and the way he cares about the way I dress. The worry he has for me, and the worry he has for my safety.
Friends. But more. It's always been more.
It has to be more.
He leans forward and affectionately straightens my bow tie. It's a new thing for me: a bow tie, I mean. Seamus helped me tie it.
He leans in close, and smiles. Too close for friends, surely?
Closer…closer…closer
…
And away. There's tears in his eyes, and tears in mine.
We love each other. Oh god, we love each other. But we can never kiss. Stupid, hapless teenage boys in green.
Shamrocks in the wind.
A/N: At least the last line works! I'm half Irish my self actually: but Northern Ireland, the part that's in the UK. Lurve the colour green actually. Hope this reflects Dean, but I'm not sure. I have this sort of fondness for Dean. One of many connections.
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