Memories as a Teacup: Chapter 17 (Dean/Seamus)
Title: Memories as a Teacup: Chapter 17
Author: wook77
Pairing:: Dean/Seamus (other slash and het pairings contained within)
Rating: PG (Eventual rating: Hard R to NC-17)
100quills prompt: 33. Midnight
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue. Additional Warnings at the beginning of Chapter 1.
Wordcount: Overall: ~70k This part: ~1100
Summary: Four years ago, Dean Thomas died in the midst of a raid. Seamus saw it happen right in front of his eyes but seeing isn't believing and reality is in the eye of the beholder.
A/N: Many many thanks to nefernat and elanorofcastile for the beta job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
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"Good memory?" Parvati asked with a grin that told Dean that she'd already seen it. It was then that the reality of what was happening to his memories hit. There were strangers going through his entire life and watching all of it. They would know more about everything than he did. Right now, the woman over in the corner with the Pensieve knew more about his life than he did. Bitterness swelled before he pushed it back down.
"Have they seen them all?" Dean asked before he could stop himself.
"Not all."
"They know more about me than I do."
"Not for long."
"Are there more I can have back?" Dean asked, wanting them all back now and at this very moment.
"A few. Let's keep going."
The buzzing continued as memories of classes and Hogsmeade weekends flowed into his mind. He'd relive them all, over and over, later but for now, he wanted everything he could get and he wouldn't stop the flow of memories just to relive one or two. He was far too greedy for that right.
From the too-empty feeling of this morning to the too-full feeling now as the memories slipped back into their spots, Dean had a horrendous headache by the end of the day. When Seamus stopped by to pick him up, he was lying in the bed with his eyes covered.
"All right there?" Seamus's voice was comforting and Dean reached out, grabbing for his hand. The weight and heat of it took some of the sting from his head.
"Head hurts."
"We'll get you home and fed. I'll slip you into bed and you'll be better."
"I knew I kept you around for a reason," Dean said with a quiet chuckle.
"Stunning good lucks, fantastic arse, witty sense of humour and amazing nursing skills. Yes, I do have it all."
"Don't forget overblown ego in there."
"I'll agree with that." Parvati's voice interrupted. Dean pulled the blanket from his face. "How're you feeling?"
"Head's pounding and I can't really focus."
"Too much going on in there. It'll be easier after a nap. I've a sleeping draught and a few potions for you to take over the next week. Sleeping draught as needed but I recommend it for tonight. Don't push it tonight, you'll probably dream the memories anyway."
"All right, thanks."
"I'll take those." Seamus reached out a hand and grabbed the sack from her hands. "You have instructions in there?"
"Very detailed instructions. I'm very familiar with Nurse Seamus," she said before elbowing him. "Or should I say Healer Seamus as he tries to do my job for me?"
"Sorry?" Seamus looked lost at the abrupt change of subject.
"Dennis." She crossed her arms and stared at Dean. Dean, for his part, felt like he was watching the beginnings of a tennis match.
"What about him?"
"You sent him over to my flat."
"He asked about you so I said to go see you."
"You told him to bring flowers."
"I said that might distract you long enough so you wouldn't kill him, just beat him bloody."
"Flowers, Seamus, flowers."
"What's wrong with flowers? I thought all the lasses like flowers."
"You are so male," she said and cursed under her breath. "You owe me. Big time."
"Fine, all right. Thought I was doing you a favour by telling him to go and show you that he wasn't dead."
"Big time, Seamus," she repeated before turning to Dean. "Take it easy for a bit. You're released. I also wrote down your next appointment in the instructions."
"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate your time." Dean stood and immediately lost his balance. There was too much in his head. Seamus steadied him and Dean wasn't at all embarrassed to lean against him.
By the time they made it home and through the promised food, pampering and bed preparations, Dean was exhausted. Seamus tucked him into the bed in Seamus's room and turned off the light, shutting the curtains and hiding the light away.
"Stay?" Dean asked and reached out a hand. "Please?"
"Of course," Seamus responded and then slid into the bed next to him. Dean could feel his tentative motions as he slowly crept closer and then wrapped himself around Dean so that they curled one into the other. "This all right?"
"More than." Dean held on to Seamus's hand where it rested against his chest and then slid up his arm.
"I love you," Seamus whispered against his ear, the puff of air causing his hair tickle his ear.
"I know," he whispered back.
His dreams, that night, were full of magic and the taste of Honeyduke's chocolates on his tongue. Cold winters and having snowball fights, warm springs and sitting by the lake, crisp autumns and exploring the castle, all of it danced through his mind's eye in a jumble. The major constant was Seamus. Throughout everything, Seamus was right there, side-by-side with Dean. They sat near each other in classes, they argued in the common room, they pushed and shoved in arguments, they ate dinner at his mum's table, they ran wild in the streets of Kenmare.
In the morning, Dean stayed in bed as he watched Seamus get ready for work. He grinned when Seamus brushed his lips across Dean's forehead. "Don't forget your potions."
"Yes, mum," Dean retorted with a laugh. The laughter quickly disappeared when Seamus brushed his lips across Dean's. He was quite grateful for the blankets that hid the way that his morning erection hardened just a bit further with that.
"Not your mum, you fucking wanker."
"Trust me, I know that one."
"Got anything good back?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah, we were - " Dean didn't get a chance to continue as an alarm sounded.
"Fucking Christ!" Seamus raked a hand through his hair, turned off the alarm and then looked at Dean. "Fucking work. I've a meeting first thing, too, so I can't be late. Tell me everything tonight? I'm sure it's all a jumble now, anyway. Just take it easy and remember your potions. You need to sleep so stay in bed. I'll appreciate the thought of you being in bed while I'm slaving away."
"Little housewife, that's me."
"Too right. Hoover the place today, too. And it could use a spot of dusting. I expect dinner at six and," the alarm rang once more. "And great Jesus above, will you shut the fuck up, you bloody cow of a machine! I know it already!"
Dean reached out a hand and turned off the alarm before rolling back over and pressing his face into Seamus's pillow. The scent followed him back into his dreams.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
chapter 18
Author: wook77
Pairing:: Dean/Seamus (other slash and het pairings contained within)
Rating: PG (Eventual rating: Hard R to NC-17)
100quills prompt: 33. Midnight
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue. Additional Warnings at the beginning of Chapter 1.
Wordcount: Overall: ~70k This part: ~1100
Summary: Four years ago, Dean Thomas died in the midst of a raid. Seamus saw it happen right in front of his eyes but seeing isn't believing and reality is in the eye of the beholder.
A/N: Many many thanks to nefernat and elanorofcastile for the beta job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
All Chapters
"Good memory?" Parvati asked with a grin that told Dean that she'd already seen it. It was then that the reality of what was happening to his memories hit. There were strangers going through his entire life and watching all of it. They would know more about everything than he did. Right now, the woman over in the corner with the Pensieve knew more about his life than he did. Bitterness swelled before he pushed it back down.
"Have they seen them all?" Dean asked before he could stop himself.
"Not all."
"They know more about me than I do."
"Not for long."
"Are there more I can have back?" Dean asked, wanting them all back now and at this very moment.
"A few. Let's keep going."
The buzzing continued as memories of classes and Hogsmeade weekends flowed into his mind. He'd relive them all, over and over, later but for now, he wanted everything he could get and he wouldn't stop the flow of memories just to relive one or two. He was far too greedy for that right.
From the too-empty feeling of this morning to the too-full feeling now as the memories slipped back into their spots, Dean had a horrendous headache by the end of the day. When Seamus stopped by to pick him up, he was lying in the bed with his eyes covered.
"All right there?" Seamus's voice was comforting and Dean reached out, grabbing for his hand. The weight and heat of it took some of the sting from his head.
"Head hurts."
"We'll get you home and fed. I'll slip you into bed and you'll be better."
"I knew I kept you around for a reason," Dean said with a quiet chuckle.
"Stunning good lucks, fantastic arse, witty sense of humour and amazing nursing skills. Yes, I do have it all."
"Don't forget overblown ego in there."
"I'll agree with that." Parvati's voice interrupted. Dean pulled the blanket from his face. "How're you feeling?"
"Head's pounding and I can't really focus."
"Too much going on in there. It'll be easier after a nap. I've a sleeping draught and a few potions for you to take over the next week. Sleeping draught as needed but I recommend it for tonight. Don't push it tonight, you'll probably dream the memories anyway."
"All right, thanks."
"I'll take those." Seamus reached out a hand and grabbed the sack from her hands. "You have instructions in there?"
"Very detailed instructions. I'm very familiar with Nurse Seamus," she said before elbowing him. "Or should I say Healer Seamus as he tries to do my job for me?"
"Sorry?" Seamus looked lost at the abrupt change of subject.
"Dennis." She crossed her arms and stared at Dean. Dean, for his part, felt like he was watching the beginnings of a tennis match.
"What about him?"
"You sent him over to my flat."
"He asked about you so I said to go see you."
"You told him to bring flowers."
"I said that might distract you long enough so you wouldn't kill him, just beat him bloody."
"Flowers, Seamus, flowers."
"What's wrong with flowers? I thought all the lasses like flowers."
"You are so male," she said and cursed under her breath. "You owe me. Big time."
"Fine, all right. Thought I was doing you a favour by telling him to go and show you that he wasn't dead."
"Big time, Seamus," she repeated before turning to Dean. "Take it easy for a bit. You're released. I also wrote down your next appointment in the instructions."
"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate your time." Dean stood and immediately lost his balance. There was too much in his head. Seamus steadied him and Dean wasn't at all embarrassed to lean against him.
By the time they made it home and through the promised food, pampering and bed preparations, Dean was exhausted. Seamus tucked him into the bed in Seamus's room and turned off the light, shutting the curtains and hiding the light away.
"Stay?" Dean asked and reached out a hand. "Please?"
"Of course," Seamus responded and then slid into the bed next to him. Dean could feel his tentative motions as he slowly crept closer and then wrapped himself around Dean so that they curled one into the other. "This all right?"
"More than." Dean held on to Seamus's hand where it rested against his chest and then slid up his arm.
"I love you," Seamus whispered against his ear, the puff of air causing his hair tickle his ear.
"I know," he whispered back.
His dreams, that night, were full of magic and the taste of Honeyduke's chocolates on his tongue. Cold winters and having snowball fights, warm springs and sitting by the lake, crisp autumns and exploring the castle, all of it danced through his mind's eye in a jumble. The major constant was Seamus. Throughout everything, Seamus was right there, side-by-side with Dean. They sat near each other in classes, they argued in the common room, they pushed and shoved in arguments, they ate dinner at his mum's table, they ran wild in the streets of Kenmare.
In the morning, Dean stayed in bed as he watched Seamus get ready for work. He grinned when Seamus brushed his lips across Dean's forehead. "Don't forget your potions."
"Yes, mum," Dean retorted with a laugh. The laughter quickly disappeared when Seamus brushed his lips across Dean's. He was quite grateful for the blankets that hid the way that his morning erection hardened just a bit further with that.
"Not your mum, you fucking wanker."
"Trust me, I know that one."
"Got anything good back?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah, we were - " Dean didn't get a chance to continue as an alarm sounded.
"Fucking Christ!" Seamus raked a hand through his hair, turned off the alarm and then looked at Dean. "Fucking work. I've a meeting first thing, too, so I can't be late. Tell me everything tonight? I'm sure it's all a jumble now, anyway. Just take it easy and remember your potions. You need to sleep so stay in bed. I'll appreciate the thought of you being in bed while I'm slaving away."
"Little housewife, that's me."
"Too right. Hoover the place today, too. And it could use a spot of dusting. I expect dinner at six and," the alarm rang once more. "And great Jesus above, will you shut the fuck up, you bloody cow of a machine! I know it already!"
Dean reached out a hand and turned off the alarm before rolling back over and pressing his face into Seamus's pillow. The scent followed him back into his dreams.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
chapter 18