{BRUSH} "Oh Seamus there is blood all over you. It's all tacky and stick too -- erugh. I think we're going to need a Cleaning Charm before we can even figure out what the damage is, I'm sorry -- this is going to sting."
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” There was little question: Seamus was sulking. Really, it had been a perfectly good and acceptable idea to see if slight variations to *confrigo* would allow for more specified aiming and damage control. It was a perfectly approved study, even had a special room sorted to lessen the damage to *other experiments*.
How he had managed to create a rebound effect was a mystery even to himself. But he was certain, “I think you’re enjoying this, I do.”
He ran a hand through is own hair and wrenkled his nose, “You better not have already called Dean. The front office would have a *field day*.”
[Artandbertiebotts] You know I want a headcanon. Haha
Look its a cut
v. Magdalene
As one of the (many) stepping stones to actual sex, Seamus tries writing what he’d like to do (or even just likes thinking about as doing might be a bit beyond ever in some cases) on scraps of paper. He’s not really sure about it but he ends up putting them all around the apartment or in Dean’s bag. For a time its the best he can manage regarding sex that’s not hand jobs so he thinks it might at least help in some strange way.
He’s had emotional problems since before he met Dean, but other aspects got worse with age. Cleaning and some aspects of self harm (which Seamus would deny as such), surfaced generally around fifteen. Dean both helped with this (by being around) and was the absolute worse (because unbeknownst to him, he caused much of the turmoil by existing)
After about two or three years, Seamus tries going back to the magical world for work. He ends up getting a job setting up basic house-hold protection charms (which often, strangely enough, also ends up with conversations regarding muggle cleaning options)–its a simple enough job but he loves it. It requires more skill than his previous jobs and most clients are reasonably friendly. It does end up that Dean and his place ends up with far too many charms as a sort of compulsive result
Seamus views it as some sort of messed up personal failing but he does end up in therapy at least twice (as he quits as soon as he is allowed or able). Once when he’s younger after a bit of a nervous breakdown and once when he’s older–by choice–as he tries to sort out his feelings about kids. The end result is that he does want them–but is terrified of fucking them up (which he later explains to Dean quite disparagingly–he didn’t need therapy to tell him that)
V. Settled Down
Seamus loves Sunday or Saturday mornings the best. Whichever one ends up the ‘quiet’ day for that week without any music recitals or children’s sports to attend. He finds it funny because he used to hate quiet days as a kid and was a right terror to his own parents.
When the kids are in primary, before Hogwarts, he ‘kidnaps’ one of the kids (generally back to back days or else one will cry foul) for a independent day out. Particularly when they’re younger, this means seeing the same children’s movie twice in a row but he thinks its fun–and he couldn’t do it once they’re in Hogwarts anyway. Dean gets something similar, only its generally a weekend trip with the help of one side of the extended family or another with a promise of a return favor or some favorite thing of choice.
Seamus might have somehow managed to get the children decently well behaved: but he’s also the one that taught them their first swearword. They tried a swear jar but Seamus ended up putting the most into it and then ignored it.
Seamus wasn’t sure what he expected to find when he came home after a sort-of-business trip when the twins were eight. Finger paints on the ceiling were a nice touch–probably not entirely intended.
V. Main Verse
Seamus adores Dean’s family, which is bigger than his and yet somehow still more polite than his house around Christmas. For the first 48 hours he visits he tries to be on his best behavior but it only goes so well. At least he always offers to help with the dishes.
Seamus lets Dean (’lets’) have his own flat for all of six months. This is mostly a lie because within two months half of his stuff is there, within two more months Dean’s shirts are half the time getting lost with Seamus (a trade that can only go one way, Seamus), and by the end of the fifth month he hasn’t left in six weeks.
Seamus was just as nervous as Dean was about the whole ‘in love with best friend’ thing. And if it hadn’t been for the whole ‘separated due to war thing’ it would have become increasingly apparent as he stumbled over every word or phrase or attempt to discuss. In that sense: he’s glad they skipped about half of that.
Seamus never knows what to buy Dean so its mostly art supplies, food, and West Ham merchandise–bonus if he can get it charmed to do something fun.
V. Dust and Charcoal / Muggle AU
Ironically Sorcha is why Dean and Seamus were able to meet. He pretty much only tuned instruments before he had her but–daycare and preschool and children extra curriculars and all other children expenses added up. He decided he needed another job with a flexible schedule and that’s how he got into delivery.
Seamus can’t leave things in Dean’s apartment as a way of ‘lets see if this is the next step’ and Dean isn’t really initially allowed to visit his. For lack of alternates, Seamus just starts leaving food in the place of the food he eats. This doubles as hilarious to him because its almost always child safe or child brands.
After about six months (post names exchanged and routine set up) Seamus actually does introduce Sorcha to Dean via picture. They also go and see his art show before it opens when Seamus knows Dean won’t be there. Its both because its a semi stable…whatever it is… and also because Sorcha kept asking who his friends were? And no Da, not like Mr. Weasel (Weasley)
The actual introduction occurs in horrific (for Seamus) fashion as it was always bound to. Someone hits his bike–he’s fine, but the driver was angry, the insurance was on the phone, someone called an ambulance (which he didn’t need) and there was no way he could get to daycare in time. Seamus brilliantly opens with, ‘I know you’re not doing anything important’ and Sorcha, darling that she is, tells Dean that she can finger paint better than him after a blistering fifteen long minutes of small child-schedule-disrupted-grumpiness
