In Some Other Existence
by Lang Leav
I don't know how you are so familiar to me - or why it
feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though
I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every
whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that
I have known you before, I have loved you before - in
another time, a different place - some other existence.
Anonymous: Deamus prompt Its the night of the end of the war both boys end up in the end hogwarts bathroom both consider themselves very straight (esp. Seamus) but they start talking about how much they missed each other etc... which leads to dean pressing seamus against the bathroom wall-and cannot keep from moaning not matter how much he tries and in shock at how good it feels and how good dean is at this ( you can take liberty obviously but the NC-17 is the better hehe *runs away hides in shame*)
Originally posted Jan 1, 2015, on tumblr
1: Postbellum, one
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"
Dean stepped over the fallen door and walked into the bathroom, following the sound of the cursing. He paused when he saw Seamus standing at a sink, scrubbing furiously at his hands. The Irishman's clothes were torn and ragged, and nearly every inch of him was covered in soot.
"Shay?" Dean said slowly.
Seamus looked up at him, his blue eyes bright spots on his blackened face. His expression crumpled and he went back to washing his hands.
"Shay - "
"I…I can't get this bloody blood off," Seamus growled out. "It's - I can't - "
Dean walked over and shut the sink off. Seamus glared up at him, but Dean could see through the false anger, could see the pain and misery behind it.
"Let me help you," Dean said softly.
He tore off the rest of his sleeve and dabbed it in the water remaining in the basin. Then he took one of Seamus' trembling hands and began wiping at the dried blood and soot.
Seamus' breathing was ragged, shaking with barely restrained emotion. His whole body was trembling. His nose was flared and his lips were pursed.
"It's not me blood," Seamus whispered. "I don' know whose it is."
"It's going to be okay," Dean said, not looking up. "It's all - "
"Ye don't know that!" Seamus shouted, wrenching his hand away from Dean. He paced in a few angry circles before stopping and holding his finger in Dean's hurt face.
"Ye don't know anything!" he shouted. "Ye don't know a single bloody thing! Ye don't know what I've been through!"
"You're right, I'm sorry - "
"While ye were off hiding in the woods, I was here," Seamus yelled, tears leaving tracks on his dirty cheeks.
"Hiding in the woods?" Dean repeated, brows furrowed. "You think I was on some simple camping trip? I was running for my life while you got to sleep in a nice bed every night!"
"I was here," Seamus continued, "protectin' the students. I was here, bein' tortured by the Carrows. I was here, without ye."
"If I could've been here I would've."
"I…I missed ye."
Seamus' voice cracked. They'd been taking steps toward each other until they were practically chest to chest, Seamus' head tilted up so he could meet Dean's dark eyes.
Dean raised his hand to Seamus' familiar face, fingers brushing over the soot-stained skin. There was a scar running from Seamus' temple down under his eye that hadn't been there before. A sudden rage filled Dean, and he laid his hand over the scar to hide it, like he could pretend it wasn't there. Seamus closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. Dean's heart leapt unexpectedly in a way it hadn't since he'd been with Ginny.
"I had no idea if ye were dead or alive," Seamus whispered, reaching up and closing his hand over Dean's. "I took over yer bed in the dorm."
"Shay, I thought about you every day," Dean whispered back. "I miss…I missed - "
Seamus suddenly stretched up on his toes and mashed his mouth against Dean's. Half a moment had passed when Dean finally understood what was happening, but by then Seamus had stepped away.
"Sorry," Seamus muttered, Dean's hand falling away from his face. "I dunno what - "
Dean stepped forward and crowed into Seamus' space, pushing him up against a wall. He put his hands on either side of Seamus' face, and Seamus' wide eyes stared up at him. He leaned down and kissed Seamus again, and was startled at how good it felt.
"No, we can't - " Seamus said, turning his head to the side. "It's wrong."
"It's not and we can," Dean replied, wondering where this was coming from.
Seamus opened his mouth to protest and Dean, not allowing himself to second guess this, used the opportunity to kiss Seamus again, this time pressing his tongue into his friend's open mouth. Seamus let out a stilted moan, his hands clutching at Dean's shoulders. Dean wrapped a strong arm around Seamus' waist and shoved a leg between Seamus', pulling him up so they could be at a better angle.
"Oh, Godric," Seamus breathed when Dean pulled away to catch his breath. "We're a mess."
Dean laughed a bit, then looked into Seamus' eyes. "I…I think I've been wanting to do that for a very long time."
Seamus bit his lip, then swallowed. He set his jaw in determination. "Then what're ye waitin' fer?"
"Nothing," Dean said as he leaned down again.
Continued in the next chapter
Long time no see, friends! I decided to upload all of the deamus drabbles and fic prompts that I've posted on tumblr to and AO3! Prepare for various scenes: some are fluffy, some are nsfw, some are in-universe, some are AU, some silly, some hot, et cetera
You can read all of these on my tumblr, kiconwrites, where you can follow me for other drabbles and updates on my writing
PS. If you've read Before I Knew and/or This Is Where and you're wondering if I have a thing for Lang Leav's poetry, the answer is yes. She's kind of a muse for me