In Some Other Existence
Anonymous: More prompts. Because I have idea, but I also have writer's block, if that makes sense. How about a cute fluffy fic where Dean kisses Seamus to get him to stop talking?
Originally posted Aug 3, 2017, on tumblr
14: A Special Guest
"Dean, have ye swept the upstairs bathroom?" Seamus asked as he bustled around the living room of their house.
"Yes," Dean replied from where he sat on the sofa, watching his husband. "Although I don't know why our guest wouldn't just use the downstairs loo."
"Well have ye spot-checked all the silverware? And dusted the cobwebs?"
"We don't have cobwebs," Dean said.
"We could!"
Dean rolled his eyes as Seamus tried to arrange the throw pillows on the armchairs for the fifteenth time. Today was a very important day, the day that a Muggle social worker would come to interview them to see if they were fit to adopt a child.
"D'ye think the meringue is too much?" Seamus asked, worriedly eyeing the dessert that sat on the counter. "I should've had Lavender make a cherry pie instead. It's not too late to - "
"Lav's meringue is legendary," Dean said. "I'm sure Miss Gardener will love it."
"What if she's allergic?" Seamus exclaimed. "We should've made a little dessert plate so there's options. Should we have purchased some kids things so that she knows we're serious?" He began pacing. "We should have more photos on the mantle. She'll think we don't have friends. She'll think the child will grow up isolated and alone. Ye sealed the pantry, right? And yer wand is hidden? Oh, no, these drapes look all wrong!"
Sparks flew from Seamus' feet as he turned on his heel, raising his hands to try to transfigure the drapes into a different color when Dean jumped to his feet. He took his husband's hands in his.
"Shay, you need to calm down," Dean said.
"But what do we know about raisin' a kid?!" Seamus worried. "I'm an only kid, and me parents weren't an exemplary model. What if she says no? Could we Confund her into giving us a kid? No, that's wrong, we - "
Dean pressed his lips to Seamus' effectively cutting off the stream of words that were coming from his mouth.
"There's a child out there somewhere that's meant for us," Dean said. "It's all going to be okay. I know it."
Seamus leaned his forehead against Dean's chest and nodded slowly. Dean hugged him tightly just as the doorbell rang. They looked at each other with wide eyes, then clasped their hands together.
Dean smiled. "Well, here goes nothing."
(The interview went spectacularly, Seamus managed to not light anything on fire, and Miss Gardener raved over the meringue.)