Rashnu needs to stay out of my head.
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Rivalen, Rosalie, Briallen, Rostislav and Marishka Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange referenced.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1547 words
Summary: Rashnu brings Slav and Mari over. This results in a wager.
Warning/s: Not Dru-friendly. Not Rab-friendly. Not Jenny-friendly.
Author's Notes: The bunnies made me do it. None of this was my fault. I swear. Really.
Rosalind closed her eyes as she listened to the sounds of her children playing in the garden. She clasped her hands on her belly as she heard little Rosalie squeal with delight. She smiled gently from her seat in the shade, her eyes still closed. It were times like these that Rosalind missed Rabastan the most. Her chest would ache from the thought that he could be right there in the seat beside her. He'd be holding herhand and they'd be watching as Rivalen chased his two sisters around the garden.
She felt movement beside her. Ever since she had given birth to her own children -- it still hurt to think of the two cold bodies in the family lot -- she had been more aware of everything around her. She didn't open her eyes. "Good afternoon, Rashnu."
"Good afternoon," came the reply. "I brought Rostislav and Marishka."
"Yes," Rosalind nodded before she opened her eyes. She looked at her tea set and found that it had already been refilled and that Rashnu was holding his own cup. Till was still as efficient as ever. She leaned back in her seat and looked over at the medley of Lestranges. Rivalen was whispering in Rostislav's ear while Marishka was fixing Briallen's hair as Rosalie looked on.
"Mama, may Slav and I paint inside?" Rivalen asked her as he and his cousin approached.
Rosalind stood up slowly. "Yes, of course," she nodded. "We should all go inside, I suppose."
"Marishka. Briallen. Rosalie. Inside," Rashnu directed the three girls as Rosalind led the two boys indoors. Till came out to clean the table and move everything to the parlor.
"Can we stay over tonight, Ded?" Marishka asked. Rostislav had sent her to make the plea for she was cuter and had their дед wrapped around her finger. Or as close as someone can get to wrapping Rashnu Lestrange around their finger.
"If it is all right with your Aunt Rosalind," Rashnu answered.
"Of course," Rosalind nodded happily. "I shall have Till prepare the rooms."
"Yes, mistress," came the voice of the ever-efficient Till right before she disappeared.
There was a collective cheer from the children right before they returned to their games. Slav and Valen had decided to host a mini-art class for the the two younger girls. Marishka was helping Briallen create pink from red and white.
"The boys can stay in one room and Mari can stay with the girls," Rosalind told Rashnu.
"And where shall I sleep?"
Rosalind looked at him. "Of course, you shall have your own bedroom."
"But I get so lonely in the nighttime," Rashnu teased. "The children all get someone to sleep with."
"You are not a child anymore."
"And neither are you."
"Damn it, Rashnu. Stop flirting with me," Rosalind hissed.
"Why? Is it turning you on?"
Rosalind threw a marshmallow at him. "I'm in love with your son."
"So? You were in love with him at Hogwarts. Didn't stop you from---"
"SHUT UP!" she declared, but not loudly enough for the children to hear. "This is not Hogwarts anymore. I am taking care of his children!"
"I am failing to see your logic."
"First of all, what would happen if Briallen or Rosalie decided they wanted to spend the night with me and found you in my bedroom?"
Rashnu grinned. "So if I placed locks on their doors you would let me sleep with you?"
"No, that is not what I meant!"
"Yes, you were considering sleeping with me if only the children would not be a hindrance."
"You are twisting my words."
"Merely interpreting what you say for what you really mean."
"Shush you," Rosalind retorted.
"Come on, Rosalind," Rashnu reached out and took a lock of her hair, twirling it in his fingers. "You and I have always had memorable times. Don't you remember the--"
She hit him on the side of the head with her teacup.
"Mama?" Rivalen was looking at her. "Why did you hit Ded?"
"Oh, no, no," Rosalind smiled at the children, who were now all looking at her. "I was merely trying to show your Grandpere the cup and overestimated."
"Oh."
They returned their attention to their landscapes.
Rashnu was grinning at her. "I'll get into your bed yet."
"Stay away. I do not wish to get into another fight with your little whore again."
"Who?"
"Oh, forgive me. She is not your whore. You're her whore."
"Watch your tongue," Rashnu threatened. "You are not at liberty to insult me, even if I do find you delectable."
Rosalind set her teeth and looked away.
"What? No more banter?"
She continued to ignore him.
"Very well. See you tonight."
"I will not see you tonight!"
Rashnu grinned. "I will share your bed yet, my dear."
"You want to bet on that?"
"I do love a challenge," Rashnu laughed. He paused for a moment, considering his prize. "If I win, you will have to be at my beck and call."
"Hah," Rosalind rolled her eyes. "And if you do not manage it by tonight, you will never speak of it again."
"Very well," Rashnu shrugged.
Rosalind cast wards on her door to keep Rashnu out. There was no way she was going to let the man touch her again. She was Rabastan's and Rabastan's alone. She muttered one last spell before walking into her bathroom. She came out wearing a long nightgown and slid in between her sheets. She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
There was a knock on her door. "Who is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Mama!" came a high-pitched scream. Rosalind stood up and opened her door to reveal Briallen standing outside her bedroom.
"What is wrong, my love?"
"The lightning," she whispered before screaming again as there was a fresh wave of thunder. Rosalind picked her daughter up and carried her to bed. She had barely just put Briallen down when two more terrified screams came from her bedroom door.
"Mari, Rosa," Rosalind called out, opening her arms so the girls could rush into them. She made them climb into bed with her. "All right, all right, everyone calm down. Mama is here to protect you."
The three girls all managed to curl up against her as the storm continued to rage outside. Rosalind had barely just drifted off to sleep when a rather violent round of lightning and thunder woke the girls up and they screamed.
"Is everyone all right?" Rashnu appeared at the doorway of her bedroom with Rivalen and Rostislav. Each boy was holding on to one of the legs of Rashnu's trousers.
"Yes, yes," Rosalind said as she tried to calm Briallen down by stroking her hair.
"Did the storm scare you, too, Ded?" Marishka asked.
"Why, yes, it did," Rashnu said.
"Then you should come sleep in Mama's bed. She is not afraid of the storm," Rosalie whispered.
"Why, I'd be glad to," Rashnu grinned at Rosalind, who was looking murderous. A fresh wave of thunder caused all the little girls to scream and the two younger boys to leap into bed. Rashnu followed slowly. Luckily, Rabastan's bed was large enough to accomodate two adults and five children between them. Rosalind maneuvered it so that she and Rashnu were kept at the opposite sides of the bed.
Rosalind opened her eyes slowly. The children were all still in bed, sleeping soundly. She yawned gently. Someone stroked the back of her neck and she jerked into a sitting position. She pushed Rashnu away. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm claiming my prize," he replied. "Were those not the terms?"
"What?"
"I managed to share your bed last night," he explained. "I win our wager."
"No, you do not!" she declared, standing up. However, she was still far less formidable than Rashnu.
"I do," Rashnu whispered, bending down so that their faces were even. He walked towards her and she backed up against the wall. He pinned her and laughed at the blush that crept onto her face before pulling away and laughing. He dropped onto the antique settee by the door and crossed his legs. "Do you agree I won the wager, then?"
"Fine," Rosalind snapped. "You win."
"Don't worry, my dear, I am not an exacting master."
She snapped at him in French, which he understood. He replied in German, which she understood.
Rosalind had not moved from her spot against the wall and merely continued to glare at him. She frowned at the fact that he did excite her and that she did want him. Sort of. It was all very primal. She loved Rabastan, of course. But they both looked so much alike and Rabastan had been gone two years...she shook her head. No such thoughts were allowed in her head! She glowered at him one last time before turning her head to look out the window. The ground was dry. The birdbath was empty. There were no signs of last night's storm. Rosalind tilted her head in wonder for a moment before realization dawned and she turned to Rashnu.
"As if I'd ever enter a wager blind," he laughed before giving his wand a small flick. There was a loud sound. Like thunder.
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Rivalen, Rosalie, Briallen, Rostislav and Marishka Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange referenced.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1547 words
Summary: Rashnu brings Slav and Mari over. This results in a wager.
Warning/s: Not Dru-friendly. Not Rab-friendly. Not Jenny-friendly.
Author's Notes: The bunnies made me do it. None of this was my fault. I swear. Really.
Rosalind closed her eyes as she listened to the sounds of her children playing in the garden. She clasped her hands on her belly as she heard little Rosalie squeal with delight. She smiled gently from her seat in the shade, her eyes still closed. It were times like these that Rosalind missed Rabastan the most. Her chest would ache from the thought that he could be right there in the seat beside her. He'd be holding herhand and they'd be watching as Rivalen chased his two sisters around the garden.
She felt movement beside her. Ever since she had given birth to her own children -- it still hurt to think of the two cold bodies in the family lot -- she had been more aware of everything around her. She didn't open her eyes. "Good afternoon, Rashnu."
"Good afternoon," came the reply. "I brought Rostislav and Marishka."
"Yes," Rosalind nodded before she opened her eyes. She looked at her tea set and found that it had already been refilled and that Rashnu was holding his own cup. Till was still as efficient as ever. She leaned back in her seat and looked over at the medley of Lestranges. Rivalen was whispering in Rostislav's ear while Marishka was fixing Briallen's hair as Rosalie looked on.
"Mama, may Slav and I paint inside?" Rivalen asked her as he and his cousin approached.
Rosalind stood up slowly. "Yes, of course," she nodded. "We should all go inside, I suppose."
"Marishka. Briallen. Rosalie. Inside," Rashnu directed the three girls as Rosalind led the two boys indoors. Till came out to clean the table and move everything to the parlor.
"Can we stay over tonight, Ded?" Marishka asked. Rostislav had sent her to make the plea for she was cuter and had their дед wrapped around her finger. Or as close as someone can get to wrapping Rashnu Lestrange around their finger.
"If it is all right with your Aunt Rosalind," Rashnu answered.
"Of course," Rosalind nodded happily. "I shall have Till prepare the rooms."
"Yes, mistress," came the voice of the ever-efficient Till right before she disappeared.
There was a collective cheer from the children right before they returned to their games. Slav and Valen had decided to host a mini-art class for the the two younger girls. Marishka was helping Briallen create pink from red and white.
"The boys can stay in one room and Mari can stay with the girls," Rosalind told Rashnu.
"And where shall I sleep?"
Rosalind looked at him. "Of course, you shall have your own bedroom."
"But I get so lonely in the nighttime," Rashnu teased. "The children all get someone to sleep with."
"You are not a child anymore."
"And neither are you."
"Damn it, Rashnu. Stop flirting with me," Rosalind hissed.
"Why? Is it turning you on?"
Rosalind threw a marshmallow at him. "I'm in love with your son."
"So? You were in love with him at Hogwarts. Didn't stop you from---"
"SHUT UP!" she declared, but not loudly enough for the children to hear. "This is not Hogwarts anymore. I am taking care of his children!"
"I am failing to see your logic."
"First of all, what would happen if Briallen or Rosalie decided they wanted to spend the night with me and found you in my bedroom?"
Rashnu grinned. "So if I placed locks on their doors you would let me sleep with you?"
"No, that is not what I meant!"
"Yes, you were considering sleeping with me if only the children would not be a hindrance."
"You are twisting my words."
"Merely interpreting what you say for what you really mean."
"Shush you," Rosalind retorted.
"Come on, Rosalind," Rashnu reached out and took a lock of her hair, twirling it in his fingers. "You and I have always had memorable times. Don't you remember the--"
She hit him on the side of the head with her teacup.
"Mama?" Rivalen was looking at her. "Why did you hit Ded?"
"Oh, no, no," Rosalind smiled at the children, who were now all looking at her. "I was merely trying to show your Grandpere the cup and overestimated."
"Oh."
They returned their attention to their landscapes.
Rashnu was grinning at her. "I'll get into your bed yet."
"Stay away. I do not wish to get into another fight with your little whore again."
"Who?"
"Oh, forgive me. She is not your whore. You're her whore."
"Watch your tongue," Rashnu threatened. "You are not at liberty to insult me, even if I do find you delectable."
Rosalind set her teeth and looked away.
"What? No more banter?"
She continued to ignore him.
"Very well. See you tonight."
"I will not see you tonight!"
Rashnu grinned. "I will share your bed yet, my dear."
"You want to bet on that?"
"I do love a challenge," Rashnu laughed. He paused for a moment, considering his prize. "If I win, you will have to be at my beck and call."
"Hah," Rosalind rolled her eyes. "And if you do not manage it by tonight, you will never speak of it again."
"Very well," Rashnu shrugged.
Rosalind cast wards on her door to keep Rashnu out. There was no way she was going to let the man touch her again. She was Rabastan's and Rabastan's alone. She muttered one last spell before walking into her bathroom. She came out wearing a long nightgown and slid in between her sheets. She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
There was a knock on her door. "Who is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Mama!" came a high-pitched scream. Rosalind stood up and opened her door to reveal Briallen standing outside her bedroom.
"What is wrong, my love?"
"The lightning," she whispered before screaming again as there was a fresh wave of thunder. Rosalind picked her daughter up and carried her to bed. She had barely just put Briallen down when two more terrified screams came from her bedroom door.
"Mari, Rosa," Rosalind called out, opening her arms so the girls could rush into them. She made them climb into bed with her. "All right, all right, everyone calm down. Mama is here to protect you."
The three girls all managed to curl up against her as the storm continued to rage outside. Rosalind had barely just drifted off to sleep when a rather violent round of lightning and thunder woke the girls up and they screamed.
"Is everyone all right?" Rashnu appeared at the doorway of her bedroom with Rivalen and Rostislav. Each boy was holding on to one of the legs of Rashnu's trousers.
"Yes, yes," Rosalind said as she tried to calm Briallen down by stroking her hair.
"Did the storm scare you, too, Ded?" Marishka asked.
"Why, yes, it did," Rashnu said.
"Then you should come sleep in Mama's bed. She is not afraid of the storm," Rosalie whispered.
"Why, I'd be glad to," Rashnu grinned at Rosalind, who was looking murderous. A fresh wave of thunder caused all the little girls to scream and the two younger boys to leap into bed. Rashnu followed slowly. Luckily, Rabastan's bed was large enough to accomodate two adults and five children between them. Rosalind maneuvered it so that she and Rashnu were kept at the opposite sides of the bed.
Rosalind opened her eyes slowly. The children were all still in bed, sleeping soundly. She yawned gently. Someone stroked the back of her neck and she jerked into a sitting position. She pushed Rashnu away. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm claiming my prize," he replied. "Were those not the terms?"
"What?"
"I managed to share your bed last night," he explained. "I win our wager."
"No, you do not!" she declared, standing up. However, she was still far less formidable than Rashnu.
"I do," Rashnu whispered, bending down so that their faces were even. He walked towards her and she backed up against the wall. He pinned her and laughed at the blush that crept onto her face before pulling away and laughing. He dropped onto the antique settee by the door and crossed his legs. "Do you agree I won the wager, then?"
"Fine," Rosalind snapped. "You win."
"Don't worry, my dear, I am not an exacting master."
She snapped at him in French, which he understood. He replied in German, which she understood.
Rosalind had not moved from her spot against the wall and merely continued to glare at him. She frowned at the fact that he did excite her and that she did want him. Sort of. It was all very primal. She loved Rabastan, of course. But they both looked so much alike and Rabastan had been gone two years...she shook her head. No such thoughts were allowed in her head! She glowered at him one last time before turning her head to look out the window. The ground was dry. The birdbath was empty. There were no signs of last night's storm. Rosalind tilted her head in wonder for a moment before realization dawned and she turned to Rashnu.
"As if I'd ever enter a wager blind," he laughed before giving his wand a small flick. There was a loud sound. Like thunder.