In Some Other Existence
Mybookfantasies made a post saying they wanted deamus fic, so deamus fic is what they got. Be careful about shouting into the void, sometimes it shouts back - or writes fanfiction ;)
Originally posted Sept 6, 2015, on tumblr
11: 4AM
Dean found Seamus hours later still sitting in front of the fire in the common room, eyes staring out at nothing. The whole castle had this muggy atmosphere about it, with everyone still reeling from the attack on the castle and Dumbledore's death just earlier that night.
"Shay," Dean said softly, walking over and putting his hand on Seamus' shoulder.
Seamus turned to look at him, eyes empty.
"It's four in the morning," Dean said. "You've got to get some sleep. Come on, now."
He gently pulled Seamus out of the chair and put an arm across his friend's shoulder's and walked him up the boys' staircase. Neville's soft snores greeted them as they came in the door, and they wordlessly climbed into Dean's bed together.
Dean pressed his face into the top of Seamus' head, inhaling the familiar scent of coconut that came from Seamus' favorite shampoo. Seamus' fingers curled into Dean's shirt and he sighed heavily.
"I…I feel like everythin's going to get real bad now," Seamus whispered, his breath washing against Dean's neck.
"I think you're right," Dean whispered back.
"People are gonna die." His hands tightened in Dean's shirt. "If - "
"Seamus."
He sighed. "Do ye know what ye mean to me, Dean?"
Dean half-considered pulling away so he could look Seamus in the eyes, but he didn't. Partially because he didn't think Seamus' nerve would stand, and he knew his own wouldn't either, but mostly because he felt it would be too much for them after all that had transpired.
So instead he tightened the arm that was around Seamus' torso and pushed his other hand into Seamus' hair, holding him close.
He pressed his lips to Seamus' forehead and whispered, "Not half as much as you mean to me."