cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2010-09-25 22:33:00

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love, otps, writings

♥ loving moments

ted & andromeda t o n k s

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andre & adelaide j o r d a n

mark & hannah w o o d

nate & bree d a w l i s h

nick & madeleine h o o k e

tiberius & elena m c l a g g e n

sebastian & mackenzie g o l d s t e i n

macon & noel c a r m i c h a e l

john & matilda m u l c i b e r

tomas & avis b o o t h

emmet & clara b e l b y

Clara rung her hands tightly together at her chest, trying her hardest not to burst into tears. Everything, everything that had been going on----she was pregnant, she was freshly pregnant and there had been death eaters in Hogsmeade, people were dying and getting kidnapped left and right and---and her husband was disappearing in the middle of the night to go God knows where. He refused to tell her, he refused to even acknowledge that this was strange and suspicious behavior, and Emmet just---he refused everything.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!” she let out, following him through their flat. Oh, God, they’d need a bigger flat with the baby. How were they supposed to have a baby when they could barely look each other in the eye anymore? They’d been so happy before everything with—with Caradoc, and now it was like they didn’t know each other at all, “How am I supposed to just accept this? How can you---”

“Because I’m not an emotional person, Clara!” Emmet turned, a deep frown on his face, “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not going to cry about my dead friend and I’m not going to run away because of death eaters! I’m not some scared Hufflepuff nitwit!”

He may as well have slapped her. Clara could see that Emmet regretted the comment immediately and she twisted her lips to keep back her tears.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that---“

“People have been saying you’re a death eater.”

Clara didn’t know what had possessed her to reveal the information she’d had been holding onto for so long, but it landed on top of the Belbys like a boulder, an avalanche.

“Who said that?” Emmet snapped, stepping toward her. Clara shook her head, “Who said it!”

“It doesn’t matter!” she cried, “I don’t---I don’t care.” Clara felt like screaming, just letting out a long, crazed scream, but she knew she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t leave with this knowledge, this suspicion against her husband. Everything made sense, those people had confronted her, they had asked her questions and--Emmet had disappeared for a week after Caradoc was revealed to be a death eater, it wasn't---it made--

Emmet approached her quickly, his hands up in front of him, shaking, "Who told you that, Clara?" he repeated slowly, looking as if her answer meant life or death. Maybe it did.

"It doesn't matter," she moaned, shoulders rocking with her tears. Her eyes locked onto Emmet's, and what she saw was the most emotion she'd gotten from him in months. Maybe she'd finally cracked his shell, maybe he was coming back to her, "I love you, Emmet, I don't care, I don't---I know you and---I'll do whatever it---I'm just---scared!"

A gash of pain struck across his face and Emmet grabbed onto her, pulling her toward him in a bone-crushing embrace. Clara couldn't breathe, she was so shocked, being held so tight. Her arms went around him in the same manner, holding onto him for dear life.

"I promise, Clara," he whispered against her neck, "I promise---we'll be safe, you'll be safe, Marcus and--the baby, we'll---I promise, I promise."

She nodded, believing him fully and completely. Whatever Emmet had to hide, whatever he disappeared to do in the night, she would be waiting for him at home because she loved this man with all her soul.

jonathan & megan b o n e s

will & anneliese j u g s o n

rafe & erin k i r k e

caden & estella f l i n t

archie & izzie m a c m i l l a n

finn & joy m c l a g g e n

elphias & phoebe d o g e

graeme & giada d o r n y

dedalus & eliza d i g g l e

fredrick & agatha c a t c h l o v e

elliot & elsie a l d e r t o n

chandler & wendy m i d g e n

gabriel & rachel c o r n e r

"Would you say that you love me?"

Gabriel's smile slowly creased into his cheeks as he watched the light blush that leapt onto Rachel's face. She straightened her shoulders even more than they had been and looked up from her morning post, her eyelashes batting as if attempting to rid the idea he'd conjured in her mind away.

"Why?" she asked primly, her eyes ducking back down to the letters. Gabriel sat across the breakfast table, somewhat slouched in his chair as he browsed through the pages of the Prophet. His mind was elsewhere, however, and his eyes did not scan the words that were only centimeters from his face.

It had occurred to him late last night, that Rachel had not verbally reciprocated his proclamation of love and devotion. Gabriel was quite sure how she felt about him, he believed, but it would feel rather nice to hear her say the words. He also knew that it would make her more than uncomfortable and Gabriel enjoyed finally having some pull in their relationship's never-ending tug-of-war. He let out a breath, shrugging as if getting an answer really didn't matter.

"No reason." His eyes jumped away from Rachel and back to the paper, and he could barely contain his smile as he felt her glare bore through the pages of the newspaper. Gabriel heard her quick breaths through her nose, and he knew that his nonchalant manner was driving his wife insane.

Her teacup clinked harshly against her plate, "There has to be a reason, Gabriel," Rachel snipped, "You would not have inquired if there was not a reason, why do you need to know?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Rage. He could feel her rage from across the long wooden table. It made his heart race with excitement.

euan & rebecca a b e r c r o m b i e

drystan & bess f a w c e t t

jonas & kobe a c k e r l y

patrick & lyssandra v a n c e

ralph & miranda f r o b i s h e r

brier & sarah s t e b b i n s

dirk & zora c r e s s w e l l

caradoc & emmeline

tristan & psyke

bertram & bianca

donovan & danielle

adrian & maggie

vinny & victoria

henry & heidi

drake & carys

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