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FICLET: Mother (Lucius/Amos)
Title: Mother
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: mum's the word
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1146
Summary: "Truth always comes out, Amos." Featuring the usual warnings of infidelity and angst.
Author's Notes: Fic Eight of Table Three.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/57921.html
Lucius touched the photograph, the pad of his thumb sweeping across the glossy surface, as he smirked knowingly and stared down at the Diggory family. "How precious," he drawled, his touch lingering over the face of Georgiana, who smiled up at them, safe and unknowing.
"Stop that," Amos snapped, snatching the picture from Lucius and placing it safely back upon his desk, turning it away so that he could no longer see their faces, so that he could no longer see his betrayal. "Don't you dare smirk at my family."
"I am your family, Amos," said Lucius, touching his elbow, pulling him closer, placing his hot mouth upon Amos's neck. "You would do well to remember."
"And do you say these things to Narcissa, as well?" Amos asked, hand splayed across Lucius Malfoy's chest, though he could not seem to actually push Lucius away. "Is she also your family?"
Lucius hesitated, though he smiled all the while. "In a sense," he admitted finally, caressing Amos's arms. "You both belong to me. In different ways. Narcissa is the mother of my son. You, Amos, are the owner of my heart."
"Which is more important?" Amos asked, and Lucius did not answer, merely shook his head with that same old intoxicating smile, and kissed him.
*****
"Daddy!" Cedric rushed at his father, leaping into Amos's arms with a broad smile and bright eyes. "Daddy, I've missed you!"
"And I you, my little one," said Amos with a grin of his own, holding his son tight as he walked through the kitchen. "Merlin, you're getting heavy. Shooting up faster than a Mandrake, you are!"
"Maybe it wouldn't seem so quick if you were actually here to see it," said Georgiana, who emerged from the shadows with a dark expression.
Amos lowered Cedric to the floor and frowned at his wife. "Please don't be angry, dear. It's the post-war investigations; you know this."
"For nearly a year now?" She folded her arms over her chest. "I know, Amos."
Amos felt a chill strike his heart. "Ced, why don't you go outside and play?"
Cedric looked from his mother to his father. "Are you mad at each other?"
"Cedric, listen to your father," Georgiana said, flashing a smile at the child.
Cedric nodded slowly and turned to go, pausing briefly at the door. "I love you, Mum and Dad," he said, before slipping outside.
"You're hurting the child," Amos said, gesturing behind him. "You see how your anger upsets him."
"My anger?" Georgiana's eyes flashed. "I've a right to my 'anger,' Amos, don't I?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amos said nervously, shaking his head. He had been careful, in every aspect, he had been quiet. There was nothing to know; she couldn't possibly. But shouldn't she? Shouldn't she see it in his eyes, every time he looked at her? He felt sick.
"There are no 'post-war investigations' anymore, are there, Amos? That all ended a long time ago. You never found that werewolf; you don't write any more reports for Crouch. In fact, you don't do much of anything at work anymore, do you?" She stepped closer, glaring at him in that old Georgiana way, much like she had back when he'd been neglecting his Prefect duties. "As I said, I know."
"How could you possibly know what I do at work?" Amos demanded, puffing his chest out in self-righteousness. True, he had sneaked out with Lucius from time to time, but he still put in a full day's work. Sometimes. He hated being accused of not working properly; it was the Hufflepuff in him. "I'm quite good at my job, I'd like to think. And I provide for this house, do I not?"
"You've been ratted out," Georgiana snapped, flinging her arms wide. "I've spoken to your co-workers, and they hardly see you anymore, Amos."
"Why would you be speaking to my co-workers?" Amos asked, truly confused. "Haven't I been good to you?" As good as he could be, considering the circumstances. He still loved her.
Georgiana snarled at him. "Of course you accuse me of being suspicious. It wouldn't occur to you that I actually have friends amongst the wizarding world. I do associate with people beyond Cedric, you know. I've been to the Towler home; Margaret so happens a friend of mine. And you work with her husband, don't you? So there you have it. Simple, friendly gossip, Amos. Nothing more." She cocked her head at him, and placed a hand upon her hip. "And now, would you care to give the simple, friendly explanation for where you've been when I think you're at work?"
"Well," Amos replied, flustered and still somehow pretending to be affronted. "Just because Towler doesn't see me doesn't mean I'm not there. I spend a lot of time in my office."
"I spend a lot of time with my child," Georgiana countered. "You might think of him, if I mean so little to you." Her eyes watered.
"Oh, Georgiana." Amos stepped in and placed his hands upon her shoulders, drawing her into a gentle embrace. "I love you, and Cedric."
"Then where are you," she muttered, clutching at his robes. "You should be here with us."
"I'll be better," Amos said, stroking her hair.
"I just keep remembering Lucius," said Georgiana, and Amos felt his stomach twist, felt himself nearly start to cry along with his wife. "I don't want to feel that way again, Amos."
"You won't," Amos replied, hating himself, hating this sick feeling within him, this dark desire curled up in the corners of his soul. He wanted so badly to do what was right.
"I need to be more than just the mother of your son," Georgiana said firmly, looking up at Amos with tear-filled eyes. "I need to be loved in my own right."
Amos stared at her in terror, her words bringing his mind back to earlier in the day, Lucius touching Georgiana's picture, kissing his neck. He had asked Lucius which was more important to him, a mother or a lover. He'd thought he'd known the proper answer then, but he didn't know anything; he never had. He was still a foolish teenager, stuck in the body of a grown man. He was a mess.
Georgiana sensed his hesitation and moved away from him, her eyes growing hard and cold once more. "I see," she said softly. "So that's it, then."
"No, of course not," Amos said desperately, reaching out towards her. "I adore you; you should always know that."
"Maybe you do," she said, turning away from him. "But there's more to it than that. Well, I'll know, eventually. Truth always comes out, Amos. Don't you forget it."
She swept into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Amos alone in the corridor with a fist closed around his heart.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: mum's the word
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1146
Summary: "Truth always comes out, Amos." Featuring the usual warnings of infidelity and angst.
Author's Notes: Fic Eight of Table Three.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/57921.html
Lucius touched the photograph, the pad of his thumb sweeping across the glossy surface, as he smirked knowingly and stared down at the Diggory family. "How precious," he drawled, his touch lingering over the face of Georgiana, who smiled up at them, safe and unknowing.
"Stop that," Amos snapped, snatching the picture from Lucius and placing it safely back upon his desk, turning it away so that he could no longer see their faces, so that he could no longer see his betrayal. "Don't you dare smirk at my family."
"I am your family, Amos," said Lucius, touching his elbow, pulling him closer, placing his hot mouth upon Amos's neck. "You would do well to remember."
"And do you say these things to Narcissa, as well?" Amos asked, hand splayed across Lucius Malfoy's chest, though he could not seem to actually push Lucius away. "Is she also your family?"
Lucius hesitated, though he smiled all the while. "In a sense," he admitted finally, caressing Amos's arms. "You both belong to me. In different ways. Narcissa is the mother of my son. You, Amos, are the owner of my heart."
"Which is more important?" Amos asked, and Lucius did not answer, merely shook his head with that same old intoxicating smile, and kissed him.
*****
"Daddy!" Cedric rushed at his father, leaping into Amos's arms with a broad smile and bright eyes. "Daddy, I've missed you!"
"And I you, my little one," said Amos with a grin of his own, holding his son tight as he walked through the kitchen. "Merlin, you're getting heavy. Shooting up faster than a Mandrake, you are!"
"Maybe it wouldn't seem so quick if you were actually here to see it," said Georgiana, who emerged from the shadows with a dark expression.
Amos lowered Cedric to the floor and frowned at his wife. "Please don't be angry, dear. It's the post-war investigations; you know this."
"For nearly a year now?" She folded her arms over her chest. "I know, Amos."
Amos felt a chill strike his heart. "Ced, why don't you go outside and play?"
Cedric looked from his mother to his father. "Are you mad at each other?"
"Cedric, listen to your father," Georgiana said, flashing a smile at the child.
Cedric nodded slowly and turned to go, pausing briefly at the door. "I love you, Mum and Dad," he said, before slipping outside.
"You're hurting the child," Amos said, gesturing behind him. "You see how your anger upsets him."
"My anger?" Georgiana's eyes flashed. "I've a right to my 'anger,' Amos, don't I?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amos said nervously, shaking his head. He had been careful, in every aspect, he had been quiet. There was nothing to know; she couldn't possibly. But shouldn't she? Shouldn't she see it in his eyes, every time he looked at her? He felt sick.
"There are no 'post-war investigations' anymore, are there, Amos? That all ended a long time ago. You never found that werewolf; you don't write any more reports for Crouch. In fact, you don't do much of anything at work anymore, do you?" She stepped closer, glaring at him in that old Georgiana way, much like she had back when he'd been neglecting his Prefect duties. "As I said, I know."
"How could you possibly know what I do at work?" Amos demanded, puffing his chest out in self-righteousness. True, he had sneaked out with Lucius from time to time, but he still put in a full day's work. Sometimes. He hated being accused of not working properly; it was the Hufflepuff in him. "I'm quite good at my job, I'd like to think. And I provide for this house, do I not?"
"You've been ratted out," Georgiana snapped, flinging her arms wide. "I've spoken to your co-workers, and they hardly see you anymore, Amos."
"Why would you be speaking to my co-workers?" Amos asked, truly confused. "Haven't I been good to you?" As good as he could be, considering the circumstances. He still loved her.
Georgiana snarled at him. "Of course you accuse me of being suspicious. It wouldn't occur to you that I actually have friends amongst the wizarding world. I do associate with people beyond Cedric, you know. I've been to the Towler home; Margaret so happens a friend of mine. And you work with her husband, don't you? So there you have it. Simple, friendly gossip, Amos. Nothing more." She cocked her head at him, and placed a hand upon her hip. "And now, would you care to give the simple, friendly explanation for where you've been when I think you're at work?"
"Well," Amos replied, flustered and still somehow pretending to be affronted. "Just because Towler doesn't see me doesn't mean I'm not there. I spend a lot of time in my office."
"I spend a lot of time with my child," Georgiana countered. "You might think of him, if I mean so little to you." Her eyes watered.
"Oh, Georgiana." Amos stepped in and placed his hands upon her shoulders, drawing her into a gentle embrace. "I love you, and Cedric."
"Then where are you," she muttered, clutching at his robes. "You should be here with us."
"I'll be better," Amos said, stroking her hair.
"I just keep remembering Lucius," said Georgiana, and Amos felt his stomach twist, felt himself nearly start to cry along with his wife. "I don't want to feel that way again, Amos."
"You won't," Amos replied, hating himself, hating this sick feeling within him, this dark desire curled up in the corners of his soul. He wanted so badly to do what was right.
"I need to be more than just the mother of your son," Georgiana said firmly, looking up at Amos with tear-filled eyes. "I need to be loved in my own right."
Amos stared at her in terror, her words bringing his mind back to earlier in the day, Lucius touching Georgiana's picture, kissing his neck. He had asked Lucius which was more important to him, a mother or a lover. He'd thought he'd known the proper answer then, but he didn't know anything; he never had. He was still a foolish teenager, stuck in the body of a grown man. He was a mess.
Georgiana sensed his hesitation and moved away from him, her eyes growing hard and cold once more. "I see," she said softly. "So that's it, then."
"No, of course not," Amos said desperately, reaching out towards her. "I adore you; you should always know that."
"Maybe you do," she said, turning away from him. "But there's more to it than that. Well, I'll know, eventually. Truth always comes out, Amos. Don't you forget it."
She swept into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Amos alone in the corridor with a fist closed around his heart.
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But back to poor Amos... I feel sorry for him, how he yearns for Lucius' love and still wants to be a good husband and father. But then again it's not right what he's doing and he's hurting both his wife and son... Ah, I like Lucius/Amos too much to tell them to stop... Looking forward to the next installment! :)
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I also love torturing you with Amos's family, haha. ;) I can't believe I'm almost done, there's only five prompts left! Hopefully I'll have the next one ready soon.