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Triad - GeorgeSeamusDean

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Word Count - 1348

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"Why is it so bright?" Seamus groaned, burying his face in his pillow to protect his eyes. "Are you trying to kill me with sunshine?"

"Yeah, you caught me," George replied. Seamus could hear his eyes rolling.

"Why are you not here, protecting me from the sunshine?" Seamus complained, opening one eye and shifting slightly so he could look at his soulmate.

"I told you last night that I had an issue to deal with at the shop early," George said, pulling on a tomato red hoodie.

Seamus had no idea what inspired the man's fashion choices, and he'd long since given up asking but… really. With that hair? Really?

"Oh," he said, vaguely remembering George telling him about it. Why George thought Seamus was listening, when he knew exactly how Seamus got when George's hands were running through his hair, Seamus had no idea. "The… mutation with the Pygmy Puffs. Right."

"Uh huh." George leant over the bed to press a kiss to Seamus' cheek. "You should go back to sleep, babe, you don't have to be at work until noon today."

Seamus nodded. "Good plans."

He was already fast asleep when George left the room.

…

Seamus was almost done with his shift at the hospital when a note came to him from reception, requesting his presence.

"You called?" he said, leaning against the large desk. Lavender smiled up at him and then glanced at the pink post it note. Seamus watched the smile leave her face and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"George called," she said, handing him the post it. "Dean's having a rough day."

Seamus sighed. "I, right."

He closed his eyes and then stuffed the post it into his robe pocket. He was almost done, he didn't need to go home early, he—

"You can go. You've only got half an hour left and we've enough staff," Lavender said softly.

Seamus opened his eyes, and he was sure she could feel the gratitude coming off him in waves. "Thank you," he murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nodded. "I'll be here."

…

He let himself in quietly. Often times, by the time he got home, George had managed to settle Dean down enough for him to fall asleep on the sofa, and Seamus didn't want to wake him if that was the case.

Instead, he found them sitting side by side, tear marks obvious on both of their faces. Seamus leant down slightly to kiss George, and then gently rubbed a hand through Dean's hair.

"You doing alright?" he asked.

They both nodded, and Seamus squeezed George's hand when George gripped it in his own. Seamus shook George off gently and left the room. Now that he knew they were both okay, he needed a shower and comfortable clothes and probably food.

As he showered, he thought about the two men in the living room. George was his soulmate, and the two of them had been them since Seamus was fifteen. Fred had been Dean's soulmate, and the fact that their soulmates were twins had brought the two of them no end of amusement.

Who else would put up with the bond between them except for people who had their own bond that was just as, if not more, inseparable.

Except death had done the unexpected, and George was left without his twin, and Dean was left without his soulmate.

Seamus hadn't known how to help either of them, and watching them struggle, watching them try and fight against the waves of pure grief that threatened to drag and hold them under had been the hardest thing Seamus had ever had to do.

In the end, the two of them had learnt to help each other. Seamus encouraged it as much as he could, because if they could make each other feel even a little less pain, then it was worth everything.

Three years on, and the bad days were lessening. At least half of the times they saw Dean, it was a happy visit, and as time passed, the odds were getting smaller and smaller.

…

Clean and dressed, he was about to leave the bedroom when Pluto, their tabby cat, jumped up on the bed, meowing pitifully. Seamus rolled his eyes but picked the cat up, cuddling him to his chest as he walked back to the living room.

George and Dean both looked better already, the tear tracks gone and small smiles on their faces. Seamus plonked himself down on George's knee, drawing an "oomph" from the redhead for his troubles.

Pluto meowed louder, and Seamus snorted.

"Did you even feed the poor thing when you got in?"

"Of course I did," George muttered, tugging a strand of Seamus' hair. "Little shit just knows that you're a soft touch."

Seamus could see the jealousy in Dean's eyes and he felt a pang of sympathy for his best friend. He couldn't imagine how painful it must be to have your soulmate ripped from you, especially so young.

Pluto batted at his jaw with a paw, and meowed but George gently picked him up and held him in the air with one hand.

"Meow means 'woof' in cat, and 'woof' means nothing in human, bugger off."

Seamus squinted. "What?"

"What?" George asked.

"Meow means 'woof' in cat? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"It's the only logical explanation," George replied loftily.

"Logic isn't something I'm ever going to argue about with you. Besides, it's your turn to cook, so, chop chop. I'm hungry."

"You only keep me around because I feed you, don't you?"

"And you give the best hugs," Seamus agreed. "Other than that, you're useless."

George huffed. "I don't know why I put up with this abuse."

"Glutton for punishment."

"At least we agree on something. Get up then, if you want feeding. Can't cook if you're keeping me hostage on the sofa, can I?"

"You should learn too. Then I can have food and cuddles all at once."

"Uh huh."

…

Seamus came home to find George with one hand wrapped around Dean's back, and their lips pressed together. They were standing in the kitchen, George cooking dinner for them all. It was a regular scene, except for the kissing.

Dean pulled away, guilt evident on his face as he met Seamus' eyes.

Seamus smiled softly. "It's alright. I love you."

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked, as George tugged Seamus over and pulled him down onto his lap. "You don't need too—"

"George has always felt a connection to you because of Fred," Seamus said, a small smile on his face. "And I've loved you since we were eleven."

George and he had spoken about this situation at length, and while Seamus was surprised at the timing, he'd always known it was a possibility that George would jump the gun. He was an impatient shit at the best of times.

Of course, if he'd just waited a little while longer, the guilt on Dean's face wouldn't be there. Seamus shook his head and elbowed George in his side to make him speak before Dean spooked entirely and run out on them.

"It's not pity," George said, head tilted slightly as he regarded Dean. "It's not because we feel sorry for you, and you shouldn't feel any obligation here. If you don't want to—"

"No, I do," Dean said hastily, cutting George off. "I just… don't want to… damage anything between the two of you, or," he looked at Seamus, "between us."

"The only way it can damage us is if we let it," Seamus said. "Right or wrong, we want this. Both of us, all three of us, want this. It's got to be worth the risk."

Dean hesitantly leant over and pressed his lips to Seamus'. It felt odd for a moment, having someone other than George kiss him, but as Dean's soft hand cupped Seamus' cheek, warming the skin there, Seamus sank into the kiss.

It was different, but it was as compelling as a kiss from George had ever been.

That was enough.

Written for;

Auction - GeorgeSeamusDean

Disney - C3. Write about jealousy

Showtime - 18. "Right or wrong."

Attic - 7. "Meow means 'woof' in cat."

Emporium - Trio Era

Lowdown - C6. Seamus Finnegan

Basement - Vision - "It's alright. I love you."

Days of the Year - 14. April Fools Day

Spring - 17. Sunshine

Colour - 5. Tomato red

Elemental - 9. Warming

Easter fair - Face Painting - Superhero: 9. Hulk - "Are you sure about this?" / Symbol: 5. Cloud - Pillow

365. 58. Mutation

1000. 217. DeanSeamusGeorge