fic: this dizzying spiral | Seamus/Dean | pg
title: this dizzying spiral
author: kaalee
pairing: Seamus/Dean
word count: ~700
rating: pg
summary: Dean's quite sure he's never wanted something more in his life.
a/n: This is the final installment of a series I started years ago. It completes the arc of the previous nine stories, though there is (quite a very necessary) epilogue that I'll post next week. Many thanks to misscake for beta-reading so many of these (including this one) and dedicated to katmarajade for her endless enthusiasm for Seamus/Dean, and for kicking me back into writing this series. I so appreciate everyone's patience as I dropped the ball on this for so long, but I adore you all and thank you for your wonderful feedback. ♥
this dizzying spiral
seamus/dean, ~700 words, pg
:: previous::
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Dean is single minded in his steps: walking with purpose, striding with intention. He takes several steps into the common room before he sees Seamus across the room, talking to Parvati. Seamus is always full of life: his body in perpetual motion, whether it's talking with his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet, or falling off the edge of sofa with the laughter of the supremely confident.
The fire behind him illuminates Seamus's skin into a glowing halo of desire. He looks ethereal, enchanting, and just this side of ridiculous with his Gryffindor tie knotted around his head and his button-down fastened around his waist. He looks like... Seamus.
Dean freezes; his breath stops. Heartbeats pound inside his head and his vision tunnels. He doesn't think he can do this. Can't throw everything away for the imagined fumblings of his mind. No matter how much he thinks -- how much he knows -- he wants Seamus, he can't forget everything that keeps getting in the way.
He should go.
When Seamus throws back his head and laughs at something Parvati says, Dean sees Tracey Titties nestled in Seamus's pocket and Dean awakes from his reverie into something oddly heartening.
He should go... but he couldn't leave now if he tried. Dean's quite sure he's never wanted something more in his life.
Seamus looks around the room, his glance sweeps over Dean and he does a quick double take. Dean swallows, and Seamus smiles -- no, beams -- at him. The light of Seamus's smile rivals the brightness of the fire and Dean is caught in the strength of that spell. He smiles back.
The wide chasm between them disappears.
Parvati looks between them and her eyes widen in comprehension. Dean smiles at her and takes a step forward. She grins as she moves away, giving him a surreptitious thumbs up.
Seamus watches him as he crosses the room. He wouldn't blame Seamus if he turned tail, left the room, and ignored him forever, but Dean knows what he has to do. It's as though he's been existing in half darkness for the whole of his life and the world has suddenly been flooded with light, teaching him how to see colour with eyes that never fully functioned before. Dean wants to pull Seamus out of that darkness, wrap him in the warmth he feels, and devour the light-engorged colours filling the world in front of them.
Dean could be walking through molasses right now; these are the slowest, most deliberate steps he's taken in his life.
"Hey," he says, suddenly shy.
"Hey."
Images flash through Dean's mind. He remembers everything. He knows. This could be the most crazed thing he's done in his life, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is...
"Seamus." he says quietly.
Seamus looks at him, then his gaze lowers. Dean looks at the freckles under his eyes, they're almost invisible in the warmth of the room, and he can see Seamus shift subtly. Dean's not going to fuck things up again. Not this time. Not with Seamus here in front of him like everything he didn't know he wanted until a school assignment pushed him into this dizzying spiral of discovery.
Dean shuts his eyes for the briefest moment, gathering words and courage from the brief darkness behind his eyelids and he opens his eyes with determination.
This is it.
"I know who I fancy," he breathes. He doesn't look down, doesn't look away. Seamus doesn't say anything.
Seamus looks up, right into his eyes.
Dean says it again. "I know who I fancy." He brushes Seamus's stomach with his fingertip. Leaves it there.
Then he steps forward.
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~thank you so much for reading! ♥
.: epilogue:.
author: kaalee
pairing: Seamus/Dean
word count: ~700
rating: pg
summary: Dean's quite sure he's never wanted something more in his life.
a/n: This is the final installment of a series I started years ago. It completes the arc of the previous nine stories, though there is (quite a very necessary) epilogue that I'll post next week. Many thanks to misscake for beta-reading so many of these (including this one) and dedicated to katmarajade for her endless enthusiasm for Seamus/Dean, and for kicking me back into writing this series. I so appreciate everyone's patience as I dropped the ball on this for so long, but I adore you all and thank you for your wonderful feedback. ♥
this dizzying spiral
seamus/dean, ~700 words, pg
:: previous::
::
Dean is single minded in his steps: walking with purpose, striding with intention. He takes several steps into the common room before he sees Seamus across the room, talking to Parvati. Seamus is always full of life: his body in perpetual motion, whether it's talking with his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet, or falling off the edge of sofa with the laughter of the supremely confident.
The fire behind him illuminates Seamus's skin into a glowing halo of desire. He looks ethereal, enchanting, and just this side of ridiculous with his Gryffindor tie knotted around his head and his button-down fastened around his waist. He looks like... Seamus.
Dean freezes; his breath stops. Heartbeats pound inside his head and his vision tunnels. He doesn't think he can do this. Can't throw everything away for the imagined fumblings of his mind. No matter how much he thinks -- how much he knows -- he wants Seamus, he can't forget everything that keeps getting in the way.
He should go.
When Seamus throws back his head and laughs at something Parvati says, Dean sees Tracey Titties nestled in Seamus's pocket and Dean awakes from his reverie into something oddly heartening.
He should go... but he couldn't leave now if he tried. Dean's quite sure he's never wanted something more in his life.
Seamus looks around the room, his glance sweeps over Dean and he does a quick double take. Dean swallows, and Seamus smiles -- no, beams -- at him. The light of Seamus's smile rivals the brightness of the fire and Dean is caught in the strength of that spell. He smiles back.
The wide chasm between them disappears.
Parvati looks between them and her eyes widen in comprehension. Dean smiles at her and takes a step forward. She grins as she moves away, giving him a surreptitious thumbs up.
Seamus watches him as he crosses the room. He wouldn't blame Seamus if he turned tail, left the room, and ignored him forever, but Dean knows what he has to do. It's as though he's been existing in half darkness for the whole of his life and the world has suddenly been flooded with light, teaching him how to see colour with eyes that never fully functioned before. Dean wants to pull Seamus out of that darkness, wrap him in the warmth he feels, and devour the light-engorged colours filling the world in front of them.
Dean could be walking through molasses right now; these are the slowest, most deliberate steps he's taken in his life.
"Hey," he says, suddenly shy.
"Hey."
Images flash through Dean's mind. He remembers everything. He knows. This could be the most crazed thing he's done in his life, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is...
"Seamus." he says quietly.
Seamus looks at him, then his gaze lowers. Dean looks at the freckles under his eyes, they're almost invisible in the warmth of the room, and he can see Seamus shift subtly. Dean's not going to fuck things up again. Not this time. Not with Seamus here in front of him like everything he didn't know he wanted until a school assignment pushed him into this dizzying spiral of discovery.
Dean shuts his eyes for the briefest moment, gathering words and courage from the brief darkness behind his eyelids and he opens his eyes with determination.
This is it.
"I know who I fancy," he breathes. He doesn't look down, doesn't look away. Seamus doesn't say anything.
Seamus looks up, right into his eyes.
Dean says it again. "I know who I fancy." He brushes Seamus's stomach with his fingertip. Leaves it there.
Then he steps forward.
::
~thank you so much for reading! ♥
.: epilogue:.