In Some Other Existence
Anonymous: Could you write a Deamus thing where one of them (or both) is sick and the sick one is being kind of pathetic and the other is taking care of him and stuff?
Originally posted Sept 14, 2015, on tumblr
12: In Sickness and In Health
"Dean? Are ye up yet?" Seamus asked as he took a bite of his toast, flattening out today's copy of the Daily Prophet on the kitchen counter.
He heard a small grunt and frowned to himself, setting the toast down and walking over to their bedroom, where he found Dean still curled in a lump on the bed.
"Dean?" he said softly, approaching their bed.
A long-fingered hand peeked out from under the blankets and Seamus smiled as he took it into his. The blankets lifted slightly and Dean's brown eyes peered up at him.
"Are ye sick?" Seamus asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do ye need some Pepperup Potion? I could run down to - "
Dean groaned. "No, no, I hate that stuff. I think it's just a 24 hour flu, I should be good tomorrow."
"Ye're just gonna stay here?" Seamus asked with a frown.
His boyfriend nodded. "Yeah, just gonna rest. Will you send Twit to the studio, tell them I'm not coming in?"
"Sure, sure," Seamus said, kissing Dean's forehead before walking out into the living room where their owl sat on his perch.
He pulled a scrap of parchment off the pile on the counter and started to scribble a note to the portrait studio Dean owned on Diagon Alley, but just as he was about to tie it to Twit's leg, he paused.
Sure, Dean had probably dealt with colds and flus plenty when he was growing up in the Muggle world, but Seamus felt bad leaving him here by himself. What if he couldn't get out of bed? Or what if it wasn't over in a day?
So he scribbled another note, this one to the Three Broomsticks, and then sent Twit out the window. Then he put some toast on a plate, poured a cup of tea from the pot on the stove, and went into the bedroom.
"Sit up, time for breakfast," Seamus announced.
Dean groaned and grumbled, but he sat up obligingly. His curly hair was flat on one side and his eyes were groggy as he stared at Seamus in confusion.
"What?" He glanced at the clock on the wall. "You're gonna be late for work."
"Nah, I'm spendin' the day with ye." Seamus set the toast and tea on the bedside table before climbing up.
"Shay, really, I'm fine," Dean said, smiling softly at him. "You might even catch my cold."
Seamus scooted forward and rested his head on Dean's chest. "If I do, I won't be a prat by refusing Pepperup Potion. 'Sides, I'd worry about you if I went to work."
Dean smiled again and put his fingers through Seamus' hair. "I love you, Shay. You know that, right?"
Seamus lifted his head and grinned at him. "'Course."