#c: rab

[bloody-avery]

@alterumxlestrange

I need your help. 

[ofdorcs-blog]

( @rablstrange )

“Excuse me sir, have you seen my favorite drinking buddy? Tall, especially handsome, kind of an ass but it’s endearing?”

[brontemacnair]

Do you want this, or not? 

[bloody-avery]

@alterumxlestrange

I don’t know if I said thank you for what you did, but I bought you the largest bottle of alcohol that I could find. I don’t really know what else to do, there’s not really a standard book for what to do in this... situation. 

[amyycuscarrow]

“do it. i dare you.”

“Mate, if I drink anymore I won’t be able to walk in a minute.”

@rab-stan

[bloody-avery]

@rabastanthestrange

You and I need to have a chat. Whether you like it or not.

[islalestrange]

Isla and Rab || Baby Thangs

It had been two months since Isla had received, what she would call, the best news of her life -- that she was pregnant. Before, with all her friends already parents to toddlers, Isla couldn’t help but feel like she was falling behind, like she was failing. In one ear she had Rab’s mother, constantly nagging. In the other, the gossip and constant questioning of the others in her social circle. Accompanied by thoughts of her own mother, and how much she wanted Isla to raise a child of her own was enough to make Isla start to think that maybe, just maybe, motherhood wouldn’t come to her no matter how hard she tried.

That’s why, when she looked into the full length mirror of her walk-in robe that morning, and saw the small distinct bump forming on her stomach, Isla was happier than she had been in a long time. Sure, when she had pictured this moment growing up it was with a loving husband who cared for her as much as she cared for him, but Rab wasn’t awful. She could’ve ended up with someone like Jugson, or Travers or worst, and for that she was grateful.

That day marked her three week check up and much to her relief, Rab had agreed to accompany her. Days like these were bitter sweet for Isla, who had always imagined getting ready to welcome her child with the help of her mother. With a final twist of her hair, Isla pinned it into place, grabbing her purse and wand and making her way to Rab’s office so they could Floo into St Mungo’s together, a bundle of nerves and excitement radiating through her. 

Knocking lightly against the door, Isla pushed it open, resting against the door frame. “Are you almost ready?”

“I was thinking of going shopping after the appointment. I thought it might be good to start buying some clothes. For the baby,” Isla added on, a very small smile playing its way across her face. “You’re welcome to come if you like.”

@rabblestrange

[a-beautiful-evil]

@meansxends

He knew that look. The shiny glint in her eye, the slight half-smile that meant she had already decided what she wanted - and would get it. If that wasn’t enough to tell him what she wanted, the nip at his earlobe certainly was. “Well, just ten minutes ago, it was an anonymous stranger who, quite frankly, left something to be desired, no? Otherwise, why would you be here?” He smirked, murmuring the words along her jawline.

Alecto’s breath caught in her throat at the soft caress of Rab’s breath on her jaw. Her eyes closed for a second, lips pursing as she composed, trying to hold back a smile. She played it calm and cool, as she always did. ‘I liked the suspense of what could have happened.’