#mother's day drabbles

[sisterdivinium]

WARRIOR NUN - where first we meet, where last we part

#warrior nun #picspam #ava silva #sister lilith #shotgun mary #sister beatrice #sister camila #jillian salvius #mother superion #yasmine amunet #gifs and other visuals #you're damn right i'm not including the men lol #i have been using photoshop for nothing special these days so why not do this #today's drabble regatta entry will follow shortly. this was already scheduled to be posted before i started the party lol

[geralts-yenn]

Happy Mother's day to all of you. The ones that are mothers, the ones that were mothers and the ones that would love to become a mother. ❤️

Just a little fluffy glimpse into what it could be to have Sy's baby...

Sy/reader - 300 words (exactly😁)

You wake up to some noises. Those noises that you know way too well. You are totally exhausted, unable to move. But you have to. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself mentally for another hour without sleep.

But then you feel the mattress dipping next to you and you can hear your husband Sy murmur: “Shush, little one, just get back to sleep. I know I’m not smelling as good as your mama and I’m not that soft. I know you want to press your little head between her boobies. I want that, too, you know? But she needs her sleep.”

You carefully open one eye and see the silhouettes of your hulky husband lying next to you and your baby son cuddled on his bare chest. Sy slowly rubs circles over the back of the little boy. The same way as he always does to you when you need to calm down.

With every stroke of his fingers your son calms down a little more. Soon his wails change into soft sighs and then finally to silent snoring. You can hear Sy taking a deep breath and you follow your boys drifting away to sleep once more.

The sun is shining through the curtains and you blink your sleep away. Slowly you arch your back, taking in the surprising pleasure of having slept for hours without a break. You turn to lie on your side and smile. In front of you you see your husband, his hair disheveled and his mouth agape, slowly drooling onto his pillow. On top of him your little son has taken exactly the same position. Laying on Sy’s chest, a long line of saliva is dripping onto his dad.

They are worth it, they both are totally worth every minute of lost sleep.

#mother's day #drabble #fluff #syverson #dad!Sy #my writing

[calibabii21]

|| strawberries n' cream || k.dy

pairing: boyfriend!Doyoung x mom!reader

genre: fluff, v v v minor angst, committed relationship

warning(s): none

wc: 523

author's note: I'm so sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner, but I didn't forget about you!! you deserve recognition and breakfast in bed for the wonderful mother you are so, Andy (@neoculturecollectives) this is for you!🫵🏾 Happy Mother's Day <3

The sound of double octaved giggles paired with the sudden aroma of sweetness wafting into the room causes you to stir in your sleep, "isn't mommy pretty when she sleeps," the soft voices bring a slow smile to your face. "she'll be even prettier when she sees your surprise," your drowsy toddler's failed whispers have you shaking with laughter as you open your eyes to see both your daughter and her father staring at you with sparkling eyes. "good morning baby," you pause "and my baby" you add on giving her a light tickle, "good morning mommy!" she perks with newfound energy.

You take in visual in front of you of the two most important people in your life, "so, what's this I hear about a surprise?" you playfully look at the accusingly and Doyoung smiles down at your daughter, "want to help daddy give mommy her surprise?" to which she of course nods eagerly to before rushing off into the kitchen.

"what's that about?" you ask now impatient to know, "you'll see, just wait right there" he kisses your forehead before following the small child, leaving you with your thoughts. "they are too cute for their own good," you shake your head and chuckle to yourself.

Shortly after Doyoung pops his head back into the room hiding the rest of his body "close your eyes" he demands, which in turn makes you narrow your eyes at him, "please?" he adds with an adorable gummy smile that makes you hide your own as you give in, closing your eyes, "fine." You hear more quick whispers and fight the urge to open your eyes as you feel weight dips in the mattress before all movement ceases, "okay, open."

You open your eyes and release a gasp at the sight of a tray of your favorite breakfast food laid in front of you in the cutest display. "Baby- what is this" you continue admiring the work of art that is several polaroids surrounding a plate of waffles decorated in the words "We Love You" written in whipped cream and strawberries, "Happy Mother's Day!!" your daughter bounced flashing her snaggle-toothed grin at you.

Your eyes well up with tears as you look from her to your boyfriend, "Happy Mother's Day baby, you deserve this and so much more" Doyoung says as he looks into your eyes with so much sincerity and love that your tears fall as you begin feeling the love that had dwindled for yourself returning, and your love for him growing- if that was even possible. "I love you, Do, so much" you choke out to him, his own eyes become glassy as he grabs your hands and places his head on top of yours, "I love you, so. much. more." a kiss is placed on your forehead, nose, and lips with each pause. "AND I LOVE YOU MOST" you're both startled when your daughter launches herself between the both of you, slinging her arms around your necks, "impossible" you chuckle to yourself hugging them back, "how did I get so blessed" you think pulling them into you tighter, "You two are my world."

#drabble #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #nct drabbles #nct 127 x black!reader #nct ambw #doyoung fluff #nct dojaejung #doyoung fic #doyoung fanfic #calibabii21 #calibabii21 fic #happy mother's day #mother's day #black reader #nct x black reader #neoculturecollectives request #Andy🤎🗝️ #Z writes✍🏾

[evilhasnever]

A little Mother's Day drabble, set in the same reincarnation AU as this ficlet by me and this (by @lansplaining)

tl;dr Lan Huan visits Meng Shi to tell her about his intentions with A-Yao

Somehow Lan Huan ended up gardening with Meng Shi today, because the community garden is the only place where he can reasonably intercept her without her son around - and well, if someone is gardening right in front of you, you ought to roll up your sleeves and help. 

He has occasionally visited her with A-Yao before, and he got to bask in their easy, comfortable banter even as a bystander. But today he has to ask her something that A-Yao is not privy to yet. 

When he approaches her, she smiles with a glint in her eye. “Lan Huan! What a surprise! I’m sorry you have to see me in this state.” 

“I happen to think Ms. Meng looks great in dungarees,” Lan Huan replies. “I hope A-Yao will follow her example sometime.” 

She giggles pleasantly and stands up from her crouch with a little effort, eyeing him up and down. She seems to have already guessed that he has something to say - A-Yao takes after her, without doubt. “Well, don’t stand on ceremony.” 

Rather than stopping what she is doing, she hands him a plastic container. “Help me pick these strawberries. Isn’t A-Yao with you today?”

A gentle platitude, because she likely knows where A-Yao is at all times. Lan Xichen has spotted the mother-son text chats on A-Yao’s phone several times, with a mix of envy and fondness. 

He squats obediently and sets to picking the strawberries very carefully. “I am going to pick him up at six today. That’s why I wanted to speak with you before then.”

Meng Shi gives him a curious side glance, just this side of inquisitive. “I am all ears, dear.”

The endearment somehow bolsters Lan Huan’s courage. He had never known Meng Shi… before, only heard stories of her kindness and wit from A-Yao, but he was both relieved and awed to find that she is very, very similar to her son in more than just facial features. The first few times they’d met, he had earned from her the same scrunched up nose, the same squint of polite suspicion that he got from A-Yao when he’d asked him out for the first time.

It had not been quite perfect on the first try. Remembering a past life did not give him perfect insight on the current one; if anything it encumbered him with the fear of messing up and giving himself away carelessly. 

During his first date with A-Yao, Lan Huan had learned from trial and error like anyone else. His car was apparently too new (he should have biked!) and his watch was too expensive (it was Shufu’s gift!) and A-Yao had been quietly wary of his intentions. Lan Huan couldn’t blame him, in hindsight. In damage control mode, Lan Huan had asked him if he wanted to split the restaurant bill or if he’d let him take care of it, and A-Yao had relaxed minutely. “You can take it this time,” he’d said. "I’ll pay next time.” Lan Huan had smiled brilliantly in agreement, and the evening had only improved afterwards.

“Are you zoning out thinking about my son? As you should, I suppose!” Meng Shi’s knowing laughter draws Lan Huan back from his reminiscing. 

“I apologize, Ms. Meng,”  he blushes. “I have a lot on my mind, and it concerns A-Yao as you may have guessed.” He holds out the container full of strawberries and brushes off his knees to clear some of the dirt.  “He and I have been dating for seven months now, and I want to ask him to take the next step.”

Meng Shi’s eyes widen briefly and she purses her lips before setting down her gardening gloves and ushering Lan Huan towards the nearby bench. “Have you asked your family already?” she asks, neutrally.

“Not yet,” Lan Huan admits. “Whether they agree or not, I intend to propose to A-Yao anyway. If he agrees, only then I will tell them.”

Meng Shi’s lips quirk up in a smile, a single dimple popping on her cheek. “Why ask me, then?”

Lan Huan folds his hands in his lap, frowning. “I… I want your opinion, Ms. Meng. Do you think he will say yes? You and A-Yao are close. I have not been lucky enough to have such a relationship with my mother, but I admire it. Your opinion holds weight because you have A-Yao’s best interest at heart, as do I.”

Meng Shi observes him quietly for a moment, the declining sunlight making her look older than her years in the half-shade. Lan Huan tries not to think about how close she had come to death only a few years ago. It had been a story like many others; expensive treatment, nebulous chances of success. History almost repeated itself, but medicine had come a long way and her son had not spared any expense to get her treated, putting all of his other plans on hold. 

Secretly, Lan Huan had talked to a few doctors and made an anonymous donation through a charitable company, unable to stand aside and do nothing despite his family’s rules about interference. But money could only do so much. He had not been able to hold A-Yao’s hand through sleepless nights at her bedside, or comfort him in any way. They had been strangers, still. 

“A-Huan,” Meng Shi says, and Lan Huan startles like a deer. “For the longest time I thought you were too good to be true, and I could not trust you. I’m sorry about that. I have made mistakes in my youth and they have left me… afraid.” 

Lan Huan nods quietly. It is not his place to divulge how much (or how little) A-Yao has told him of her life. 

“But I believe in the evidence of my eyes,” she continues, patting his forearm with a gentle hand. “You make my A-yao so unspeakably happy, it cannot be a mistake.”

“Likewise, he does,” Lan Huan replies, finding his voice rough with emotion. 

“What I want to know,” she continues, careful but not stern, “is how you think you know him well enough to marry, after only seven months. He is too pragmatic and too sensible to jump into something like this recklessly.” 

Lan Huan sighs, shaking his head. “If I told you I have dreams of a past life, would you believe it?” 

Meng Shi tuts gently and raises her brow. Lan Huan returns her smile, and continues: “Of course not. So it must be fate.”

“Usually people invoke fate when they are not willing to put in the work,” Meng Shi chides, “but you have done right by my A-Yao. Some people have tried to change him, some have tried to advise him, some have tried to take him away. You won’t take him away from me, will you?”

“I would never,” Lan Huan murmurs. “The only thing that would change is that I may visit you with him more often in the future, if it isn’t too much of an imposition. I would… like that.”

Meng Shi smiles knowingly, gently. Lan Xichen remembers the timeless gaze of a deity’s statue, and a shiver runs down his spine despite the warmth of the late afternoon. 

“You’re such a good son,” Meng Shi sighs, “of course I’d love to have you.”

With a sharp inhale of breath, Lan Huan reaches up to wipe his eyes. A frail hand beats him to it, Meng Shi’s cool fingers patting his cheek patiently while he tries to get his breathing in check. 

“So, how are you going to pop the question, A-Huan? Tell me everything.”

“I-I was thinking of taking him to the restaurant where we had our first date,” Lan Huan says, a little shaky.

“Oh, that’s going to make him so terribly nervous!” She laughs. “Maybe you should bring him these strawberries to mollify him, he loves them.”

Lan Huan smiles and pushes the basket of strawberries back towards her. “Keep them with you, with some luck he’ll visit you to share good news soon. Besides, he’s too clever. He’d know we talked without him, and I don’t want him to suspect anything yet.”

Meng Shi thumbs a perfect strawberry and nods conspiratorially. “Alright, I’ll keep your secret, my dear.”

#xiyao #xiyao drabbles #meng shi #lan xichen #meng yao #jin guangyao #in absentia #but still #mother's day #shiome fic

[lifesver]

leland is so likely to say 'tell my mom i love her/i'm sorry' in his dying moments i feel

#i am my mother's child i will love you til my breathing stops etc #leland being alike and close to his mother is so very important to me #also writing that death drabble the other day also just made me ): #thinking about how leland is so afraid of death and the unknown of it all

[hellsbroadcaster]

my brain is Ṡ̵̞̗͕̎̇͂̃͠T̷̩͇̗̤̃̾̎͒̇͌͗͂͘A̸̹̝̺̥̮͓̳̳̹̽͆T̶̩̟̫͂͆̎̽́͆I̴͇̟̯͈̽̃͝C̶̗̼̫͇͙͈̬̺͈͆

#⌜off the air⌟ . // ooc #you know when yo wanna do like 5 billion things at a time #and then you get so overwhelmed by what you'll do first you end up doing nothing?? #yeah thats me #i was answering drafts #and then i got an idea for a mothers day drabble for alastor #started writing it and then kitty wake up #then i lose the inspo #feed kitty #decided to work on my carrd for my multi #wanna try writing again actually #and now im banging my head cuz why cant i just pick a struggle fndkslfdsklf #im sorry yall #feel free to throw tomatoes at me i deserve it

[cflight]

It’d been a long time since they’d come here— and even longer since they’d last seen it. The remnants of burnt houses continued to scatter the vacant village, the rotted and charred wood still bringing the fresh smell of smoke years after the fact.

Ekira didn’t want to come here. They didn’t even think they would have, really— and almost twenty years after it had happened. Already they could feel their chest tighten with every step they took, hooves digging into their skin the further they stepped inside. They didn’t take the time to linger, or look around, gaze focused ahead. They were here for one thing and one thing only— and they would be damned if their focus came to anything else.

“Hi, mama.” Stopping at the burnt cottage, Ekira’s eyes zeroed in on the cracked, rotting rocking chair on the front lawn. “Sorry I haven’t come t’ visit much. Or— or at all, really. It’s— it’s hard for me, this time of year, an’—“ Already their voice had begun to crack, vision quick to blur as they struggled to bite back their sobs.

“I—I’m sorry.” The dam broke almost instantly, tears staining their face, collapsing to the dirt as they shuffle their way towards the rotted chair. “I miss you— I miss you, so so much, I— I’m sorry! ‘M so, so sorry!” Wails wracked their trembling body, arms wrapping around the chair as they buried their face into the seat. “‘M sorry for not bein’ strong enough, ‘m sorry for bein’ so scared, ‘m sorry— ‘m sorry! ‘M sorry I—I couldn’t save you!”

Their sobs continued until they’d completely exhausted themselves, cries dying down to weak sniffles and hiccups. They’d have to leave soon, they knew— it was already beginning to grow dark, and if they wanted to make the trip back, it was best to start now.

Slowly they began to lift themselves up, strings of tears and mucus following suit between hiccups. They’d gotten her chair dirty— already hearing her voice in her mind “now don’t you ruin my chair!”— and they chuckle, weakly, a hoof rising to scrub at their eyes. They knew now they had little time to waste if they wanted to make it back— instead, they collapsed into her chair, curling up to make themselves as small as they possibly could. The same chair that rocked them to sleep for hours, the same chair that was used to tell stories, the same chair that held them both as she comforted them after a nightmare. The same chair that was still standing, albeit rotted— a memory still kept intact.

Ekira knew they didn’t have much time as the sun began to set over the horizon, but at this point, they didn’t care. Resting their chin atop their knees, and with the gentle breeze assisting them, slowly but surely the chair began to rock, eyelids fluttering as they sighed softly. Already the gentle rocking was beginning to lull them to sleep, and as their thumb drifted towards their mouth, eyes fully coming to a close, it was almost as if they could feel her arms around them, the ghostly weight of her chin atop their head being what fully aided them to a deep, comfortable sleep.

They figured she wouldn’t mind too much. They were still her baby, after all.

#🌻 | ic. #really cruddy Drabble for Mother’s Day but yeah. yeah. #Ekira misses their mama. and she misses them too :’)

[airteacher]

Mother's Day Morning on Air Temple Island

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Despite Jinora's encouragement to let their mother rest, Rohan snuck past his siblings' sights and went straight to his parents' bedroom. He reached for the handle and just barely latched onto it. Swinging open the door, he ran up to their bed and, with a giggle, surpirse jumped Pema.

"Are you awake, Mommy?" he asked, crawling over her legs and torso without care.

"Well, I am now," she said with a smile. She picked her son up and held him.

Tenzin entered the room. He greeted her. "Happy Mother's Day." Tenzin kissed her on her temple. Then her lips. "I've made breakfast."

Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo peaked their heads in and then entered as well. Aloof, Meelo spoke up first "I told Rohan not to bother you. But he got past us."

"Actually, you were playing with Pokie," Jinora pointed out. "Ikki and I were watching Rohan."

"Well, you were terrible at it. Obviously," said Meelo.

Ikki interjected. "Guys, let's not fight. It's Mother's Day."

That was enough to break the bickering and turn their focus onto their mother. They climbed onto the bed and hugged her. Tenzin wrapped his arms around all five of them. "Happy Mother's Day," they said.

Pema leaned her head on Rohan, so happy to call them her family. "Thank you."

"Alright, where's the food?"

"Meelo.." they all groaned except for Pema who chuckled. Yes, she was truly happy to call them her family.

#tenzin #pema #legend of korra #one shot and drabbles #mother's day

[sisterdivinium]

"… I've offended you."

"No! No, not at all, I just —" Jillian frowned. "Can you do that? Isn't it forbidden?"

Mother Superion raised an eyebrow.

"Kissing other women?"

"Yes! Or is that by any chance devoid of erotic connotations amongst nuns?"

"No, it isn't… Are you planning on telling on me to the Pope?"

"What? No! Why would I do that? I'm just confused. You took vows, didn't you?"

"I did, but it almost seems as if you had."

"… Did I irrevocably fuck this up?"

"Do you want…?"

"Yes. Yes, please, just shut me up."

And Suzanne obliged, kissing her again.

#doctor superion #mother superion #jillian salvius #warrior nun #warrior nun drabble #my friend reading this: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU MADE THEM KISS FOR THE FIRST TIME ALREADY? #me: AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES #idk lass if composers could write variations on some melody of schubert's i can write variations of suzanne and jillian kissing lol #(i'm joking. i know she was fooling around and she knows i am too <3) #narratives and similar #mini drabble regatta #actually this wasn't going to be in my regatta but i figured why not by including the usual doctor superion friday drabble #in any case ladies and gentlewomen welcome to our modest ship race #come aboard and get comfortable as we sail through seas both known and unexplored for just one minute each day

[pxison]

Mother's day with the Vinsmokes drabble/headcanons

Mother's day is a quiet affair on Germa. Respects are paid by all those that sail on the backs of giant sea snails and serve the kingdom of Germa, but it is the siblings that have a peculiar ritual of honoring their mother.

One would assume when visiting the grave of the late queen and matriarch of the royal family, that it is servants who keep the grounds surrounding it pristine and clear of debris. They are wrong, and yet they will never come to realize that it is the children themselves that take up the task as a small act of good that'd make their mother proud.

It is also worth noting that on whatever island Germa stops by as the day approaches, each sibling takes turns heading out into the market and purchases bouquet of brilliant flowers, each representing their own colors of pink, red,blue,and green and most striking of all, golden yellow.

It is throughout the day that each sibling takes their turn visiting with their mother from oldest to youngest. Reiju visits in the morning bringing with her a brilliant bouquet of pink flowers. She takes her time there to linger and update Sora in all the goings on that the family was up to whilst keeping any word of war and bloodshed out of her mouth and even mentioning what she last heard of Sanji.

Ichiji is next to visit bearing a bouquet of regal red roses. It is nearing afternoon when he takes his turn as the crowned prince. The flowers are gently set down alongside Reiju's as he takes his time paying his respects silently, not an ounce of emotion to be found unless one was to look beneath the cherry red shades he dons. And with the passing of his time, the eldest recedes back into the castle where he buries himself in work.

It is nearing the evening time when Niji is spotted slinking around corners with a brilliant blue bouquet in hand and bottle of scotch in the other. He says nothing to anyone he passes and keeps his head down as the second prince begins his vigil at his mother's grave. There is nothing said as he lays his bouquet down in it's rightful place besides Ichiji's and begins to drink. A good half of the bottle is left purposefully behind as Niji pours the rest out to share with his mother.

After dinner as the day fades away is when the last and final Vinsmoke sibling takes his turn. This time bearing two bouquets of exotic green and golden yellow. Yonji spends until the night descends completely sitting in front of Sora's grave before finally turning in for bed. Now all floral arrangements sat where they should be. The colors signifying each the siblings laid out beneath Sora's own golden petals.

And if any sibling thought too much on it upon each shift change, they might think that the cool breeze drifting through their colorful locks were likened to gentle fingers combing through with a maternal hand.

#//Drabble #//Headcanons - Family #Finally got time to myself to finish this #Have some mothers day feels from the Vinsmokes

[punisheye]

Back on that desert planet, Wolfwood can't remember anyone ever celebrating anything regarding a mother's day. A lot of things were lost in the Fall. Cultures, languages, holidays. Things that they had tried to preserve in that mass exodus from Earth that went down in flames regardless.

He doesn't really remember much about his mother. Or his father, for that matter. They were outlaws, from what he could recall. Always on the run. His mom had long, shiny black hair that flowed like water, a strong jaw and a proud nose and kind eyes, and if he tries to recall her face further he realizes just how much of himself he can see in it.

When he was a kid he didn't understand why they left him. Just dropped him off at the orphanage doorstep, then... they were gone like the wind. He doesn't even remember his mother's voice — it's fuzzy static whenever he wracks his brain for something, anything. Did she ever sing to him? Hold him? He remembers running a lot. They never had a home, just places to stay for the night.

Maybe he resented her a little bit for having a child when she lived a life that was never fit for one. When he was left behind, he hated his parents for abandoning him. The only things they really gave him were a name, a language, and his mother's face. Hell, "Wolfwood" wasn't even their family name. He had to choose that for himself.

Now that he's older... well, maybe he still hates them. Still, that orphanage was the only paradise he had ever known, the only real family he had. Even if being there ended up leading to his demise. But if it hadn't been him, it would have been someone else; he was glad to take the sacrifice if it meant no other child would have to.

And Miss Melanie... he supposes she was more of a mother to him than his birth mother, because he can recall her face, her voice, the way she'd hold him and sing to him. She raised all of them with a firm yet gentle hand, and if it weren't for her — and for the other children — he thinks he would be a very different man than he is now. They offered him kindness and love when he hadn't known any.

He holds onto that now, keeps it close to his heart, lets it drive him.

Wolfwood leans back on the park bench, listening to the late spring breeze pass through the trees. He wonders how his family would react to a place like this. Somewhere they aren't trapped under the blistering heat of twin suns or the brutal cold of desert nights, somewhere with plenty of water and food, somewhere there is little risk of their home being shot up, of watching someone take a bullet and bleed out in the sand.

What a life that would be for them.

Every day, he hopes they're okay and that they can remember him smiling.

He tilts his head over the back of the bench and takes a long drag of his cigarette, then exhales it heavily up into the sky.

He should go see his brother today.

#mother's day / #isola drabble #hiii guys #dumps a bunch of hcs into this post too

[viviennes-tears]

Mummy loves you (Tom Hiddleston and Zawe Ashton drabble)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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A/N: Apologies for the late upload for the Mother's Day Special, although I hope it's good enough despite the late upload. Also I know there's actually photos of Tom and Zawe out and about with their baby, but I thought I'd use those images for another time.

Summary: Tom being the ever devoting fiancé made breakfast and delivered it to his beloved who had been sleeping in, as she should be on Mothering Sunday. They share some family time with their little one and furry curious dog Bobby. 

Warning: None

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"Good morning, Mummy!" Tom called softly, as he entered the master bedroom with a breakfast tray balancing on one palm, whilst he carried their precious little bundle of joy on his opposite hip. Also Bobby came bouncing in behind him too.

Zawe slowly sat up in bed and rubbed away the sleep from her eyes before greeting her family. "Good morning, my darlings!" Bobby puts his paws up onto the bed to greet her and she scratches behind his ear before he sits beside the bed.

Tom then carefully sets the stay down over Zawe's covered legs followed by him pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, her eyes temporarily closed for those few seconds the kiss lasted for, before he moved their little Peanut to be held in his arms as he sat down next to her. Once seated Zawe admires her family with a loving smile on her face, Tom grinning whilst petting Bobby's little head as he keeps their little one close, also with his bed hair he looked very adorable too. Their little Peanut coos softly and then starts to reach out to Zawe with grabby hands, which takes her out of the moment from watching them, and gets her to actually interact more. 

"I think Peanut wants to tell Mummy, Happy Mother's Day!" Tom says cheerfully and passes Peanut over to her, then he moves the tray further down her legs, as she lovingly holds their little one in her arms.

"Awh...can you say Mummy?!" She says in a soft and airy voice. 

Their little Peanut hums "mmm..." a couple of times before Zawe repeats "Mummy”, only she's answered with the same hum, which trails off into little babbles and other cute little noises. Of course delighting Tom and Zawe as they praise their little one, as well as excitement in Bobby as he wags his tail and his paws rest on the bed once more. His little wet nose touching Peanut's bare foot and a smile too on the little furry fella's face. 

When Zawe picks up her spoon to begin to tuck into her breakfast of boiled eggs and toast, Tom begins to rummage underneath the bed for her Mother's Day gift, while Peanut tries to pick at her plate too with tiny hands. "Did Daddy forget to feed you Peanut?" Zawe jokingly asks, as Peanut tries some of her breakfast.

"No, Daddy didn't forget, did he?" Tom replies, as he emerges from under the bed with Zawe's gift, while Bobby waits for a little taste too and Peanut cautiously reaches out a small hand to the fur-ball with a piece of toast crust. Bobby gently took the crust from Peanut and chomped on it until it was gone, causing chuckles all round, and Tom promising he fed Bobby already too. 

Zawe took her gift out of its bag, opening the small box inside, and cradling their infant simultaneously. Inside the box was a simple gold heart shaped charm with an emerald gem in the middle on a chain of gold. She found it to be very lovely and Tom kindly put it on for her. Followed by her reading the card that came with it.

"Mummy loves you too." Zawe nuzzles her nose against their infant's tiny nose in a gesture of thanks.

The sun now streaming into the master bedroom, making the family of three glow in its rays, while a rainbow light casted and dances behind Zawe and their own little ray of sunshine, which was casted by a glass jewellery box nearby. A sight Tom can't believe he's seeing before his very eyes, yet smiles between them are infectious, neither of them could help it, because even small moments like these already found a forever home in their hearts. After all, both Tom and Zawe have wanted a family, and now to actually have one is their entire world, their everything.

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Source: @viviennes-tears​

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[wicked-jade]

@allvalley100 Part one of my fill for the Handle With Care prompt. 

Johnny clutched his throbbing toe and glared at the grubby box left carelessly on his doorstep. There was no label, just the words ‘Handle With Care’ scrawled upside-down on one side.

Grumbling to himself, he lifted the heavy, overturned box and limped inside. The contents rattled as he set it down and opened it.

Broken beaks and shattered wings. Only two small, brown owls remained intact, haphazardly nestled amongst the shards of colorful ceramic. He remembered the day his mom brought them home, so proud of her flea market find.

Johnny cradled them gently, his heart breaking all over again.

#allvalley100 #what you thought I wasn't gonna serve heartbreak on mother's day? #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #drabbles are like gremlins #my writing

[compulsoryroyalty]

COUGH!!! HACK!!! COUGH COUGH!!! WHEEEEEEZE!!!!

“You do this every time. Get over yourself.”

The Magi stood over the feline and watched her. The “false” nun was now on her hands and knees, looking to have an especially painful time with the amount of harmful smoke in her system. Her sounds would be concerning to anyone who didn’t know her.

Or, to anyone who wasn’t used to this song and dance.

COUGH COUGH!!!

“If,” HACK, “If you and Sister were more proactive in keeping Mary in check, then I would not need to,” WHEEEEEEEZE, “Do such things every single time we meet.”

“What you and your five billion selves do ain’t our problem. You chose this.”

“Oh, come now Magi Lila,” COUGH, “It is only myself and Fleur, and you know this. “...” A pause, a moment to consider.

“Actually, young Ana might still be around--”

“That’s worse. You realize that’s worse, right?”

The cat shook her head, slowly rising up from the ground to stand. A sigh, a snap of her fingers, a pink aura enveloping her in less than a second. A bright, blinding beam of yellow light shined behind her.

But, as soon as it came into view, a white sphere slowly enveloped it, dimming and reflecting the light off of it’s surface. A calmer, more manageable white light took it’s form behind the feline, the pink aura dissipating off her figure.

Her eyes sprung open.

Crescent moons covered most of her pupils, a sigh escaped her maw.

“I do not get used to this. I do not think I will ever get used to this. “Must she ruin my body every time? Must I have to clean it every time?”

“Hey, you’re the one who went into hiding. Like I said, you chose this.”

“I am ever so eager to return to being Fleur.” She shakes her head once again. “How is Sister?”

“Fine. You know how she is.”

“And Laphoda?”

“M.I.A.”

“I can not say that is not expected. “I would ask more--I am sure I have missed much since our last meeting--but I,”

A pause as she looks over the witch, noticing her overall demeanor shift since she revealed herself. Foot tapping on the ground, arms crossed against her chest, gaze averted from the Mother of Magic.

“Believe that there is a more serious matter to attend to. There would be no other reason for you to waste a ticket on this, correct?”

A nod in response, the human witch wandering over to the nearest pew and sitting at it. “I’m in real deep shit, and I got a sneakin’ suspicion it’s your fault.”

The Mother of Magic shook her head, placing her hands in front of her and followed behind the human... though she did decide to stand instead of sit. Who knows what Mary has been doing on these pews?

... She knows.

She shudders lightly. She sometimes wonders how one can live in such a manner. Did she not take any responsibility for anything?

...

Of course, the answer to that is ‘‘no.’’ Mary’s modus operandi was fun before anything else. Had she been a different person, maybe she would agree with this lifestyle.

But no--there was simply too much to be done to live out life like... like that.

“I assure you, it is not,” she responded, “Whatever has happened here, it is the blame of yourself and yourself alone. As well, I can not have possibly been a culprit in your mistakes--my mind was locked, remember?”

A roll of the human’s eyes, “Yeah no shit. I’m the one that unlocked it, remember? And I’m about to relock it if you keep bein’ difficult.” She stared right back at the Mother, her eyes in a furious squint.

The feline hummed. “What is it that ails you, Magi? What could make you come to such a ridiculous conclusion?”

Wordlessly, a clock--colored a shade of rose pink--appeared in the witch’s hands. She tossed it over to the Mother, it quickly becoming stuck in midair once it was close enough to the feline, as if it got caught on a particularly thick piece of air.

The feline raised a brow, squinting at the off-colored clock---

. . .

“Now, I would expect someone under Sister to know spacial magicka, I am not surprised about that. “But... time, as well? How did you accomplish such a feat?”

“I only know one time spell--“

“And that is?”

“Time-lock.”

By the Gods, Lila.

“And how many times have you used it already?”

“This is my second time... why?”

“It is incomplete, is why.” A swipe of her hand at the floating clock and it continued it’s journey towards the Mother, as if it was never stopped in the first place. And before it reached it’s destination, she was able to catch it without much issue, her hand moving faster than one could perceive, “Preparation spells were never something I had mastered before my absence--”

“Bullshit.” She stood, pointing a finger at the feline, “People use prep-spells all the god damn time--you can’t be tellin’ me that you haven’t mastered something when it’s already in wide use.”

“Alright then, Magi Lila. Tell me,” she started, a frown on her face, “How it could ever be possible for a Time Witch such as myself, to not have entirely figured out something at one point, but for it to exist in another?”

That frustration on Lila’s face? Immediately dropped.

“And as well,” she continued, now pointing a finger at the human, “I would imagine it would be rather rude to go through another person’s room without their full knowledge, Magi.

“Has The Veil truly become that boring?”

The frustration was now replaced with a sheepish grimace! She took a hand to her hat, tilting it down just enough to hide her embarrassment, a light groan accompanying her.

A sigh, “You are an amazing witch, Lila.” She placed the clock on top of the other’s hat, and as soon as it left the Mother’s hands, it became stuck, “Surely you can do more than this.”

A heavy sigh escaped the Magi’s lips.

Just like Silvana. Only difference being was her anger was obviously more controlled. She was more... sympathetic, maybe?

Being a mother must’ve influenced her in some way, probably.

She turned away from the human, her white light now facing in front of her, casting a gray shadow over the witch.

“I will help, if you request it. “But only because I know my Lila and my Silvana would not be very happy knowing about any of this. “And in turn, you will help me as well. Are these conditions fair?”

“I.”

She stopped.

A sigh.

“Yeah, alright.

“Thank you, Madama Mystana.”

“Just Mystana will be fine, Magi.”

#mother of time // madama mystana #madama silvana's hand // lila moon #a day in the life // drabbles #the ambassador and the bushy tail #before fate's arrival // post poppy-2

[anonbinaryweirdo]

why are you putting people in jars?

as a form of my love !

PUTS YOU IN JAR

#HI MOTHER #HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI #I MISSED U even tho its only been a couple f days #DID YOU LIKE THE DRABBLE #📬 letter received ! #📨 sincerely; rei ! #🏳️‍🌈 yui's spouse 🪱 #< my moonlight 3