DRABBLE: Ah, The Lead Up To Yule (Rabastan/Bella)
Title: Ah, The Lead Up To Yule
Character Pairing: Rabastan/Bella
Prompt: this is Wednesday
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Author's Notes: These drabbles are vaguely following canon but I have taken liberties. The year is 1982. Rodolphus, Bellatrix and Rabastan went to Azkaban in 1981. So I'm ignoring that. As far as we know, Rodolphus and Bella didn't have any children and I have no idea how this child slipped into these drabbles. But she did and now Draco has a cousin he can acknowledge. I'm assuming Rabastan was born in 1961 and Bella's birth year is 1951, as per canon.
As they say, never let the truth stand in the way of a good - or so we hope - story.
Link to Prompt Table: ta da
AH, THE LEAD UP TO YULE
Watching the glowing fairies on the Christmas tree had always managed to hypnotise Rabastan. When he was young he’d watch them for hours, fascinated with the colours and the way they’d glow and fade. He’d wished he could do that but Rodolphus - always quick to ruin any dreams he might be having - had told him that then he’d be a fairy… “And you know what that means…”
At the time, the five year old Rabastan hadn’t.
Now, at twenty one, he did… and to Rodolphus’ mind, he was.
Had been for longer than his brother knew about.
He drew a painful breath, Oh Reg…
“Sickle for them.”
Rabastan jumped.
Damn Bella! She kept doing that, had been for years.
Sneaking up on him while he was deep in thought or reading and scaring him. He supposed she thought it funny.
“Evening Bella. Why are you here?”
She sat on the arm of his chair and let her scarlet nails tousle his dark hair. “We’re here for Yule, darling.”
“You’re a few days early, it’s Wednesday.”
“Can I help it if I wanted to see my beloved brother-in-law?”
Rabastan rolled his eyes. “Rod and Ember here too?”
“Your mother is reading Ember a bedtime story and Rodolphus will be here on Friday. He has something to do…” She slid onto his lap, forcing him to touch her. “So we have a few moments where we won’t be interrupted.” Her lips met his in what was to become the first of many shared kisses.
Character Pairing: Rabastan/Bella
Prompt: this is Wednesday
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Author's Notes: These drabbles are vaguely following canon but I have taken liberties. The year is 1982. Rodolphus, Bellatrix and Rabastan went to Azkaban in 1981. So I'm ignoring that. As far as we know, Rodolphus and Bella didn't have any children and I have no idea how this child slipped into these drabbles. But she did and now Draco has a cousin he can acknowledge. I'm assuming Rabastan was born in 1961 and Bella's birth year is 1951, as per canon.
As they say, never let the truth stand in the way of a good - or so we hope - story.
Link to Prompt Table: ta da
AH, THE LEAD UP TO YULE
Watching the glowing fairies on the Christmas tree had always managed to hypnotise Rabastan. When he was young he’d watch them for hours, fascinated with the colours and the way they’d glow and fade. He’d wished he could do that but Rodolphus - always quick to ruin any dreams he might be having - had told him that then he’d be a fairy… “And you know what that means…”
At the time, the five year old Rabastan hadn’t.
Now, at twenty one, he did… and to Rodolphus’ mind, he was.
Had been for longer than his brother knew about.
He drew a painful breath, Oh Reg…
“Sickle for them.”
Rabastan jumped.
Damn Bella! She kept doing that, had been for years.
Sneaking up on him while he was deep in thought or reading and scaring him. He supposed she thought it funny.
“Evening Bella. Why are you here?”
She sat on the arm of his chair and let her scarlet nails tousle his dark hair. “We’re here for Yule, darling.”
“You’re a few days early, it’s Wednesday.”
“Can I help it if I wanted to see my beloved brother-in-law?”
Rabastan rolled his eyes. “Rod and Ember here too?”
“Your mother is reading Ember a bedtime story and Rodolphus will be here on Friday. He has something to do…” She slid onto his lap, forcing him to touch her. “So we have a few moments where we won’t be interrupted.” Her lips met his in what was to become the first of many shared kisses.