( this one's for the moms )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + amos burton (rocinantes) + katherine pierce (manipulative + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: event + other shenanigans
When: may
Where: all over the place

Content Warnings: possible nsfw, language, violence

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( she's a mother, she's a killer )

[prescind]

( he doesn't think katherine would acknowledge mother's day if he didn't. he thinks it's gotten easier for her, over time, to deal with it when she doesn't have nadia close but considering the last few years, stefan thinks she deserves some recognition.

he slips out of bed that morning, giving her a kiss and tells her he'll be back. and he's not gone for long. he goes out and buys some flowers, some candy and breakfast and sets it up downstairs before he waits for her to get up.

sometimes, she sleeps late and sometimes she doesn't. he's not sure what today will bring so he slips a bagel out of the breakfast bag to eat while he waits. )

[manipulative]

[ when stefan's coy, she's curious. acting uncharacteristically, she doesn't pry in the hopes he'll confess his plans and let her in on the ruse... but, of course, stefan doesn't do that. stefan never follows the script she wants him to follow.

purposefully thumping down the stairs, katherine skips towards the kitchen before she stops and takes a great step back. turning her back to the kitchen's entrance, she singsongs, ] Am I allowed to enter?

[ considering how some of stefan's surprises have resulted in her being banned, she very kindly wants to ensure she has permission. god forbid she walks in and she's ignored the sign at the doorframe that says NO KATHERINES ALLOWED. ]

[prescind]

Wow, you thought to ask before just barging in like you own the place?

( shocking, he's shocked. but he's smiling as he steps over to her and takes her hand, giving her a tug to make her come into the kitchen. )

You can come in. I've taken down the No Entrance for Katherines sign.

[manipulative]

[ chuckling, katherine rolls her eyes.

letting him lead her into the kitchen that is oftentimes a free zone for her to enter, she does make a point of looking around in search of a sign that says "JUST KIDDING". as stefan's been letting his hair down, he's more than capable of being cheeky and a pain in the ass. ]

Do you have an E.T.A. on when those signs might go back up? I like to be prepared.

[prescind]

Why are you wondering when you won't be allowed back in since all you'll do is complain and fuss?

( he pulls her close to him, presses a kiss to the side of her head and then swings her around to point her towards the flowers he'd gotten her. )

Happy Mother's Day.

[manipulative]

[ katherine scoffs and opens her mouth, but then he's being a romantic and saying the m-word and she's melting into a puddle of goo right before him. ]

Don't think this means that I'll forget you claimed I complain and fuss. [ although she regards him sternly, she smiles brightly and scrunches up her nose happily. she glides towards the flowers, walking backwards for a moment to tell him matter-of-factly: ] Which I do not do. I am polite and point out things that you do wrong, which includes many things.

[prescind]

You complain and you fuss.

( it was okay to admit that, katherine, especially because it was the truth. but he's going to let you have this because it's mother's day. )

But, you're allowed to do that.

( sometimes. )

( fake kids count )

[rocinantes]

( amos is a man who doesn't really celebrate mother's day. his own mother hadn't been a presence in his life and while he'd had something of a mother figure, it was still better to just not think about it, not deal with it.

but, he knows that someone he's close with does have kids...of a sort. he doesn't really know how to explain that so he's just going with it, accepting it and that's why he shows up on the designated day and knocks on her door.

there's no flowers or anything like that but the fact that he remembered and was making an effort to celebrate it was a lot, in his eyes. )

[explosion]

[ of course, wanda knows amos is outside before he even steps foot on her front porch. sometimes, she wishes her abilities let her be pleasantly surprised like how people often are in sitcoms.

she can only hope that what brings amos to her front door is a spontaneous need to go bar hopping... or he's simply lost and requires some direction back home. it's not lost on wanda that amos has been reciprocating and reaching out in response to her incredibly annoying niggling over the last few months.

when she opens the door, she narrows her eyes playfully and teases, ] You do not look like the postman.

[rocinantes]

That's because I'm not.

( thank god. what a boring job that would be. )

You expecting something from the mailman or something?

[explosion]

I am.

[ she's not.

wanda sighs dramatically and shakes her head. ]

And yet, all I have here is you. [ she smiles as she leans against her door. ] So disappointing.

[rocinantes]

Sorry to be a disappointment but you're definitely not the first person to tell me that. I won't stay long.

( he doesn't want to bother her especially if today's hard but he hadn't wanted it to go by without saying something to her. )

I know it's Mother's Day today so I just wanted to stop by and tell you that. Tell you, uh, Happy Mother's Day. That's all.

[explosion]

[ wanda's bright smile falls. she doesn't appear angry—wanda can't be, not with anything that pertains to her children or that facet of her life that had felt like it had existed for years rather than mere days. she feels as though she's been punched in the gut, but it hardly hurts as it should. it feels right in the way that being billy and tommy's mother felt in westview.

tears prick her eyes. for the first time in a long time, wanda isn't sure what to do.

impulsively, she steps out from her doorframe. resting her hands on his shoulders, she lifts up on the tips of her toes and kisses his cheek. when wanda steps away, she wipes the back of her hand against her eye and smiles wetly, ducking her gaze away from him. ]

Thank you.

( movie night! )

[prescind]

( they could be normal people sometimes. normal people who had a lot of blood in their freezer and lived for a long long time but they could do normal things.

and tonight's normal thing was a movie night. stefan's done most of the work and now he's coming back into the living room with popcorn and drinks. he puts that on the table and then grabs the newly arrived blanket from the back of the seat and drops it on katherine's lap. )

Come on, open it up and invite me under.

[manipulative]

[ katherine, who's slouched uncharacteristically against the couch, purposefully sighs and grumbles at his self-invitation. the blanket's nice. the blanket would be nice wrapped around them both… but katherine, the obvious romantic to him, doesn't wish for him to know that.

that's hardly fair.

especially when he's gone to the trouble of fetching their drinks and popcorn, she thinks it's only right that he doesn't have the blanket.

she tugs the blanket up to her chest to her chin and smiles at him. ]

There's no room for you. How sad.

[prescind]

Oh, then there's no room for you to have popcorn and drinks. All mine.

( he picks them back up and starts to walk away because two can play at that game. )

Guess it's movie night alone for you.

[manipulative]

Hey!

[ while still slouching against the couch (being without popcorn and drinks and stefan isn't enough to see her rise from the comfort of the cushions, unfortunately), she clicks her fingers sharply at him. ]

Get back here. I might be able to spare some blanket for you.

[prescind]

I think I'm gonna need an actual solid answer before I come back.

( and just because you click your fingers doesn't mean he's gonna come back either. )

So, might or will?

[manipulative]

[ katherine clicks her fingers one more time before she settles back into the couch with a pout. tugging the blanket up to her chin, she rests her chin down against it and pulls the side—his side—up. ]

Hurry up. I'm getting cold.

[ there's your answer, stef. ]

( blankie blanket )

[rocinantes]

( he doesn't know how she's talked him into this but he's agreed to go shopping with her for some reason. mostly, he's agreed to accompany her because he is not planning on buying anything for himself.

but, he's been at her door for a good few moments now, knocking and he hasn't heard anything from inside. she could be gone or she could be asleep or she could be ignoring him.

he'd ignore him. but he's a little concerned so he keeps knocking and if her neighbors get mad or suspicious, what the fuck ever. )

[explosion]

[ when wanda had found that blanket, she had sensed something magical about it. it had been a warm type of magic, something that made her feel strangely comfortable like she was in her perfectly made bed in her perfectly intact childhood home. all she had wanted to do was tuck herself inside of it—and so she had on her couch.

what she doesn't realise—or what she perhaps does, deep down—is that it changes her. it makes her lighter. it makes her happier. while her home doesn't shift into the interior of westview, the air within it brightens and lightens. the grief that had been at her back door is gone temporarily.

when wanda opens her door (a little delayed in comparison to how she's often there before he even lifts his hand to knock), she smiles at him easily. everything about her is lighter… except for her hair. it's as dark as night and is no longer a light fire.

she presses her hand to her mouth sheepishly. ]

I forgot, didn't I?

[rocinantes]

( uh. )

Yeah, but that's fine. Were you asleep?

( usually she knows he's coming and makes a point of telling him that she'd known he was there and was just waiting for him to stop being slow. )

I can come back.

[explosion]

[ she immediately shakes her head and waves her hand dismissively. ] No, it's fine.

[ yes, she had been asleep. her dark hair's a little tangled and her cheek's a little red, but wanda is wide awake and here now. wide awake and... well, not as powerful as she once was. ]

The boys are out the back and will are due to break something very soon, so...

[ she opens her door wide in an invitation for him to step inside. ]

[rocinantes]

The...boys?

( he steps inside but he sounds confused, glancing at her as he does. )

You have other people over?

[explosion]

[ she laughs. ] Yes.

[ with a gentle flick of her fingers, the door closes behind him. she walks through her foyer, expecting he'll follow. ]

My sons? [ she smiles toothily. as she leads him through the hallway to the back of the house, a plethora of photo frames sit on small tables and are pinned to the walls of a happy family: a mother and her two boys. only a few of those photographs had been there before. ]

They're out the back. Most likely getting into so much trouble.