A/N: Written for Mrs. Bella Riddle's Loved and Hated Ships Competition! Deamus is my loved, obviously. Keep an eye out for my hated...Snarry. It'll be separate to this collection, but will use one of the prompts from this challenge. If you check it out, I will love you forever because it's Snarry and do you know how hard that was to write? (Will admit that I had a lot of fun writing it. Perhaps too much.)
Also, I love Andrea Gibson. You should look her up.
Pairing: Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan
Prompt: 21. Never
When you said, "I'll teach you how to fall,"
I said, 'I bet you will.'
Stay, Andrea Gibson
The war is over now.
He is alive; he is safe.
He stands before you with his bruised and battered heart in his cupped hands and offers it to you as a sign of peace, as a question of love, as a promise of what could be. You rip open your chest, cracking at the ribs, and let him in.
He brushes his fingertips along the back of your neck and whispers why into your ear; because you're always there, because you're funny, because you make him smile even when the rain is falling and even when the snow is thick and that's something no one else can do. You are you, and that is enough.
You kiss him softly and tell him the same.
He folds himself around you like an envelope, slipping you close to his chest and leaving postage stamps on your neck in the shape of his mouth. He wraps you up in his arms like a gift, ties your wrists together and twists them around his neck so that you cannot get away; you are a knot, a little bow of limbs. He splays his hands wide across your bare chest, calls you pale and pasty and promises to bring out some colour in you other than the blue of your eyes. You touch the dark skin of his wrists and tell him that you are his and you are sure his blood runs pure.
He smiles sadly and says that he is sorry he ever had to leave. You kiss him roughly and tell him you are too.
But never again, never again.
Because the war is over now.
And he is safe; you are happy.