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It’s Mother’s Day, so I would like to announce a drabble giveaway. Give me a mother or mother-figure from a fandom I know (for the purposes of this, let’s stick with Star Wars, Doctor Who, Spider-Man movieverse, Harry Potter and any movie you’ve heard me mention more than once) and I’ll write you a drabble about them. :)
March 2, 2008 @ 12:19 pm
My original thought was Francine Jones, but then I thought about Mother’s Day in the Year That Never Was, and decided that that was too bleak for words. So: Beru Lars.
March 2, 2008 @ 10:50 pm
She’s one of my favourites. :D ***** Owen looks at her from across the room. “Where will he sleep?” he asks. He’s been full of questions for ages. What will the baby eat? Drink? What do we do when he cries? Beru has most of the answers. “He’ll sleep in our room,” she says. Owen nods vacantly. “We need help on the farm, after all,” he says. He’s said this about three times already. Beru is quietly rather sick of it. They did, after all, make this decision together, and Luke is to be an adopted son, not an employee. “He won’t be doing that for a long while yet,” she says.
March 3, 2008 @ 12:49 pm
Oh, Beru. It had to be hard on Beru and Owen. I mean, I know they loved Luke, but a baby with absolutely no preparation or warning? Ouch.
March 5, 2008 @ 6:02 pm
They’re the unsung heroes of Star Wars, in my opinion. ;)
March 2, 2008 @ 12:56 pm
I’ll take one about May Parker. :)
March 2, 2008 @ 11:00 pm
Here you go! (Presumably this is at some point after she’s learned his secret identity.) ***** Peter didn’t come over until the afternoon. She’d expected him much earlier, but she didn’t dwell on it. He had a birthday present for her, which turned out to be a golden photo frame, and a balloon. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, tying it to the back of a chair. “I remember it. From when I was little. I mean…” He hesitated. “I know,” May said, smiling wistfully. “Ben gave me one once. When you were very young.” “It was yellow.” “Yes.” They sat quietly for a minute or two. Then sirens sounded. May turned away and Peter ran for the window. :)
March 2, 2008 @ 11:56 pm
Oh, that’s lovely! I love the implication that she knows, but they don’t really talk about it. ♥
March 5, 2008 @ 6:03 pm
Thanks! :D
March 3, 2008 @ 2:30 pm
This is wonderful! You write Aunt May and Peter very well. Thank you for writing this. (Oh and Barb, you beat me to the punch in requesting Aunt May ;-)
March 5, 2008 @ 6:04 pm
Aw, glad you like. Thank you. :D I can do you a May drabble too, if you like!
March 5, 2008 @ 9:03 pm
Oh that would be wonderful!
March 7, 2008 @ 6:10 pm
Here you go! Set during Spider-Man 3. :D ***** On opening the wardrobe she first saw the dress she had bought for the wedding. It had been a slightly foolish thing to do, considering there had been no date for the wedding then. It had been an act of pure optimism. And of course, now there might not be a wedding at all. She sighed. She removed a black dress from the wardrobe and closed the door. Peter appeared behind her, hovering in the doorway. “I’ll go in a minute,” he said. “I’ll see you there. I want to talk to…” He trailed off. “Yes,” May said. “Please do that.” Peter nodded.
March 7, 2008 @ 9:49 pm
Thank you so much, this was beautiful and melancholy. <3
March 8, 2008 @ 12:22 pm
Thank you! :D