[ Prompt ] Daddy Rabastan
Rabastan looked down at the dark-haired child his lover had spawned for him and sighed. She was going to be in so much more trouble if she didn’t-
Ah. There it was. That Lestrange defiance, that strong arrogant character that kept them braced for punishment and immediate escape from such a fate. She looked him in the eye and straightened her little shoulders, standing much like her mother, furious pout and all.
"Sweetheart, princesse, what are you doing?” He asked her, hovering before giving in and squatting down beside the five year old. She cast her eyes down, guilty of her crime, but said nothing. Yes, very much like him no matter how much her mother wants to swear that she is her clone. “I’m asking you a question. Answer me.”
"Papa, I will say nothing."
"Brat." She peered up at him from under her bangs, chastised by the word and contemplating her situation. With a small sound, she launched herself at him, wrapping her small arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
"I’m sorry, papa," she murmured, "I won’t eat snacks before dinner again." She glanced over her shoulders at the table behind him and he followed her gaze. Sucker.
"…Are those mama’s cookies on the table?"
“Oui.”
"…I won’t tell if you don’t." She pulled back in a heartbeat, grin wide on her face as she realized that she had won. Rabastan would get her the world if she had asked, his lover’s baked goods were no hard task. He’d take the blame for this transgression with ease.
