@theresebelivetirl : Could you write a doctor Lilith Ritter x Reader smut?
@angiescarter Could you do one where in Mary Poppins Returns the reader is friends with the Banks family and when Mary Poppins arrives the reader and Mary Poppins despise each other but an accident happens and Mary Poppins and Reader become close and they end up dating?
@l-983 : Could you write a smut fic with Miss Peregrine x Reader?
@freshmoneyalmondathlete It’s another Minerva McGonagall X fem Reader where the reader is a student (legal age) and those two are in a secret relationship, stelling kisses in the corridor, longing glances across the Great Hall and in class. Eveb a bit of telepathy between two of Their desires. One night Reader Has a hot dream about sensory deprivation with a blindfold. Exploring that with Minerva and when she wakes up, Minerva in her room feels everything and sees what reader dreamt and decides she can’t take anymore. It’s time for the two to explore and build intimacy so Minerva sneaks into readers room without being seen and takes reader to her room and makes readers dream come trtrueThey both build intimacy with both taking turns wearing a blindfold and dragging their nails all over each other, kissing and nipping each other all over and it builds trust and love and it’s soft but passionate and full of raw love for each other
@tin1can1with1a1plan: So I had an idea for a fic about miss Peregeine and Reader. Y/n is new to Miss Peregrines loop and have a very dramatic entrance, but for weeks now y/n has been trying to hide from miss Peregrine that they have no control over their peculiarity (teleportation). And Miss Peregrine find out and try to help, and this will be funny event.
Summary: the-obscurity requested “Do you have anything for Miss Peregrine x Reader where they go to swim thing like a amusement park or fair (I knkw ots probably unrealistic but it’s fun)”
A/N: I’m not back yet, but I wanted to post something. Happy loop day!!
With your hands on Claire’s shoulders, you watched her pull back and launch the ball forward. It seemed to be going off course and you winced. Then it abruptly righted itself, slamming perfectly into the stacked milk bottles. You blinked as Claire cheered. The runner of the stall also looked surprised, handing over the promised prize with wide eyes.
“Did you see, Miss Y/N?” Claire asked, whirling around, the bear cuddled close to her chest.
“I did, Claire. I’m very impressed with your aim.” You smiled.
You ruffled her curls fondly. She offered a crooked smile, grasping at your hand and pulling you along the stalls to another. Instead of a lovely little stuffed treasure, Claire pointed out a kewpie doll. It had the pouting face of a baby with a patch of light hair on its chalkware head. You tried not to wince at the prizes staring back at you.
A group of grinning chalkware clowns at your side sent a shiver down your spine. Why anyone found them charming was beyond you. You could handle many things–being peculiar almost ensured that–but you drew the line at clowns. Though if she’d asked, you likely would have given in.
“Are you sure this is what you want, sweet girl?” You asked softly.
This stall was rather busy compared to the others. Something about the kewpie doll attracted carnival attendants to it, eager to spend their money in hopes of taking it home. You shuffled around large groups of disappointed people with Claire. No matter what, no one seemed capable of winning it. You didn’t want Claire to get her hopes up.
“Yes!” She nodded.
The eager, happy smile on her face broke your resolve. You nodded and ushered her to the counter. A scruffy man in need of a shave took the offered money. In return, he handed you a handful of rings. You handed them to Claire.
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk on his lips. He went through the rules quickly with those near the counter; four rings over four bottles in a line. It seemed simple enough, but his smirk left you suspicious.
Claire handed her bear to you. You caught a nervous look on her face, setting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up with curiosity.
“Just do your best, Claire-bear.”
She nodded and turned back to the bottles. With a word from the stall runner, everyone began. Children and their parents cheered all around you, encouraging their children with loud exclamations. The noise almost distracted you from the starling accuracy of Claire’s rings.
One, two, three–the rings swung around the necks of the milk bottles in a line. You, as well as those around you, watched with bated breath. Claire released the final ring and you narrowed your eyes. Moments before landing around the bottle, there was an infinitesimal hesitation of the ring. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but you clocked it easily.
You watched Claire with a knowing look. She didn’t notice, too overwhelmed with her excitement at having won the prize she wanted. The man running the game muttered a curse as he handed over the doll. Thanking him and avoiding the shocked glances of the families around you, the two of you walked from the stall.
Claire practically buzzed with excitement. Before reaching another stall, you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, her grin dimming at the serious look on your face.
“What have Miss Peregrine and I said about cheating?” You asked patiently.
She looked down at her feet, shuffling them. You waited. Crowds milled around you, some whispering about the doll in Claire’s arms, others laughing about their day. Finally, Claire said, “That we shouldn’t do it.”
“That’s right, Claire. And why shouldn’t we do it?”
“It takes away from people who win the right way.”
‘Precisely. I’m very disappointed in you–and you too, Millard–for cheating today.” You said, casting a glance to the side. The gasp let you know you’d located him with success.
With sadness marring her precious face, Claire held out the doll to you. You felt your chest squeeze painfully. She’d been so happy at winning her prizes. You didn’t want to ruin her day by taking them from her, not when it was unlikely you’d return to the carnival again.
“Keep them,” You said slowly, trying not to smile at the happiness on her face, “but if this happens again, I’m not going to be so lenient. Do you understand?”
Claire nodded, throwing her little arms around your waist. You set your own on the top of her head, brushing through her curls comfortingly. You were glad none of the older children were around. If they had been, you know they’d tease you about your failed attempt at discipline. Despite your best efforts, your large heart made you soft, letting the children get away with far more than they should.
The facts of the situation should have dawned on you earlier. Though Millard was meant to be with Olive and Hugh, you knew you had no way of ensuring that. He was a tricky boy. His well-meaning and playful nature kept you from being too upset.
“My, Claire, what have you won?” A silky smooth voice asked, drawing your eyes upward.
Alma stood with a smile on her face, a twin holding onto each of her hands. In their other hands they had their own stuffed bears. You crouched and they rushed to you, holding their bears out with excited chittering. Claire eagerly regaled Alma with the tale of her victories–leaving out the extra help she received from Millard.
Your eyes drifted up to the ymbryne, her eyes already on you. They darted between meeting your own and focusing on Claire. Even in the light heat of the summer, Alma was completely unruffled. Her hair was coiffed to perfection and not a single wrinkle marred her dress. She was beautiful.
Emma appeared with Horace and Fiona in tow, carrying their own treasures. The three had opted for more edible delights. You moved to Alma’s side while all of the children went through the events of their day so far.
“How did Claire manage to win such prizes?” Alma murmured, an eyebrow climbing up her forehead.
“Pure luck, I suppose.” You lied.
Alma’s eyebrow didn’t budge. Neither did your neutral expression. A small smirk pulled at her lips, making you smile in return. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the smirk from her lips. Her beauty was intoxicating.
She seemed to sense your desire, though you guessed it was written on your face. For a moment her gaze left yours to address the group, “Children, I want you to go with Emma. Miss Y/N and I wish to take a turn about the area.”
All of the eyes on you were knowing, with the exception of the younger three. Emma even sent a smirk your way. You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish it was. She laughed and herded the children away from you two. Then Alma took your arm in her own, ignoring the glances of passerby, and walked leisurely through the carnival.
You trusted her to guide the both of you through the crowds. Your eyes were focused on her face the entire time; admiring the curve of her brow, her sharp jaw, the side profile of her nose–all of it. There was nothing about her that didn’t make you breathless.
On a normal day, you’d have a proper hold on your affectionate gazes. Today was anything but normal. You’d woken up to an empty bed, eagerly pestered by your excited children. Something about taking the ferry to the mainland for the carnival. It was news to you, which was intended given the way Alma grinned at breakfast.
So caught up in the whirlwind of preparations and typical morning routines, you’d missed your time with Alma. That perfect little window of time before the sun rose where it was just you two. You’d be wrapped in each other’s arms, murmuring back and forth about anything that came to mind. It was the one part of the day where Alma was completely herself. Not Miss Peregrine, the prim and proper headmistress, but yourbird.
You failed to realize how important that time was to you until today. Now your hands itched to pull her closer, tempted to say ‘society be damned’ for just a moment and kiss her. Only the fear of repercussions held you back. Alma wasn’t one for public affection, she’d be cross if you forced her hand.
“I’m pleased to see the twins have their own stuffed bears now.” You commented.
“Mm. As am I. Now they can find other items to fight over.” Alma said, smirking as she glanced at you. You let a chuckle escape.
“They don’t have many items you can split in half perfectly. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“We’ll make it work.”
Alma patted your arm. You knew what that meant; she’d do her best to fix the situation, but you’d be the one stopping a meltdown. The less screeching in the house the better.
It was only then that you looked in front of you. She was weaving in and out of crowds, obviously on a mission to get somewhere.You had no idea where she was taking you and she offered no hints.
“Alma, where are we going?” You asked finally.
“Emma mentioned something titled a ‘hall of mirrors.’ I can’t imagine staring at oneself is exciting, but I’d like to find out.”
You bit your lip to keep from grinning. Sometimes you really did forget what time you were in, how a hall of mirrors was a wonder to the people around you. You were glad to be accompanying Alma. She was knowledgeable on many things in the future, this obviously was not one of them.
Over the heads of passersby, you caught a wooden sign with sloppy paint reading ‘Hall of Mirrors.’ There was no line outside the door to your surprise. You remembered passing briefly earlier in the day, when a winding line had wrapped around the building.
Alma tugged you inside without hesitation. Her eyes darted back and forth in the dim lighting, taking in the reflective surfaces. Then she stepped in front of one and gasped. Her perfect legs were 2x longer than the rest of her torso, wildly altering her proportions. She paid you no mind as she dragged you to the next one. Instead, this one shrunk her completely.
“These mirrors are broken.” She stated, turning and looking at herself in horror from multiple angles.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. As soon as it echoed off of the walls, you clapped a hand over your mouth. Alma whipped around to glare at you.
“I hardly see what is so funny.” She said, arms folded over her chest.
“Nothing. Nothing is funny.” You lied.
Alma said nothing, but her face did all of the talking. Her raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes pierced your facade. You tried to offer a sweet smile, nothing changed.
“I just never expected you to be so angry that something did what it was intended to.” You said, a grin breaking through the serious mask you attempted to craft.
“The point of this place is to give children and adults a lack of aesthetic autonomy?”
You blinked at her choice of words. Slowly, you recovered, and shook your head. She wasn’t too far off, but that gave it a negative connotation.
“It’s meant to be silly, Alma. Look,” You grinned, stepping in front of one, “Don’t I look funny?”
“No. You look delightful, as always.” Alma shook her head.
For a split second, you believed she was completely serious. She was on the front of finding you beautiful, but a small grin spread across her face as she also stepped before a mirror. Her eyes twinkled in her reflection.
Your face flushed crimson. No matter how many times she complimented you, you never adjusted to it. Perhaps it was the intense affection in her eyes following every compliment.
Alma reached out and took your hand in her own, pulling you to stand beside her. You were surprised when she tilted your head up, placing a gentle and quick kiss on your lips. You stared in awe.
“Hello, my dove.” Alma whispered, kissing your forehead this time.
“Hello.” You smiled.
“Have you enjoyed your day thus far?”
“I have. It was a wonderful idea to bring the children here, they’re having so much fun.”
“They needed a change. Hard as they try, they become restless when nothing changes.”
“Well, you always have the perfect ideas to keep them from getting too restless.” You said. She pressed another kiss to your forehead in thanks.
“And you are very patient with them. Without you, we’d surely descend into madness.”
“A little madness never hurts anyone. After all, you’re a little mad yourself.”
“Mad?” Alma gasped with fake hurt, “I’m no such thing.”
“Right. And I’m not crazy for you—now we’re both liars.” You deadpanned.
A fond look crossed her face as she trailed a finger down your cheek. The light scrape of her nail made you shiver, though in a pleasant way.
“Come, let’s return to our children before they rob every stall they find.” She offered you her arm once more.
Pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips, you took her arm. She led you from the hall of mirrors and around the corner. All of your children were crowded around Bronwyn as she conquered a strength-based game. Onlookers watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
You and Alma shared an amused look. Part of you wondered if that fell under the realm of ‘cheating’ you both had set, but you hardly cared at this point. They were having fun. Nothing mattered more to you than the joy of those you loved and that would never change.
Maybe another day you’d advise the children against using their abilities to best the ordinary. Maybe another day would be one for lessons. But this day was meant for happiness, the joy of new things. Being part of that was enough for you.
Hi everyone! This is the first part of a mini series I hope to begin, showcasing many peculiar’s throughout history. All characters are of my own creation, and in the future I hope to start showcasing some of your peculiar characters as well! I hope you enjoy the first part :^)
Harper Chaaya was born on April 15th, 1914 to a family of wealthy socialites throughout booming 10′s and the roaring 20′s, all nestled in the heart of the vastly developing New York state. All alone in a big home growing up, the young girl shadows would create images of mythical creatures to keep her company. As she aged, she realized the shadows in her room weren’t meant to feared - they were meant to be manipulated.
Miss. Chaaya is a force to be reckoned with. Ambitious, young and cunning, she knows exactly what she wants. She is the shadows dancing across your walls at night, the moon in the sky that brings on the night. Do not be fooled, however, past the rough exterior lies a playful spirit sashaying her way to success. She enjoys reading, collecting things that shine, and researching those similar to her.
Eager to be surrounded by her own kind, she is a free spirit, loop hopping through time as she pleases. Legend has it that sometime along the way the young woman’s heart was stolen by an intelligent ymbryne, which in recent years has decreased any confirmed sightings. Current whereabouts? In the shadows…
I want to start this off by giving a HUGE apology for my lack of inactivity over the past month! School started and following close behind was hurricane Florence, so as you can imagine I didn’t have much room for personal endeavors. For everyone wondering: yes! I’m okay, and I miss all of you so much. I’m trying to manage some time to create content for this account, with the new book and everything I hope the fandom has a resurgence, and I plan to become active as soon as possible! For now I’ll work on some side stuff and other fandom related things, and I hope things work out. I hope you’re all doing okay, and once again I apologize for my inactivity!
I have not given up on this fandom!!! If any other blogs want to band together for collabs and such in hopes to resurrect the fandom in preparation for the new book, just pm me!
I want to start off by expressing how extremely grateful I am for the positive reception of my project idea so far! I really want this to be something everyone can enjoy and creatively contribute to in one way or another, and I plan on doing my absolute best to make it so. I’ve always considered ways to expand the MPHFPC universe even before I started my blog, so this means a lot to me. :^)
Secondly, I am very excited to announce that I have set up a blog for the project and determined a date to launch my first post, as well as a post schedule. Within the next few days I plan on posting updates on this account, as well as teasing some of the peculiars. I will be posting the schedule, and overall giving more insight and history of the project, as well as things to expect and content I hope to share.
A big part of this project that I will advise is that this is a solely conceived and pursued concept; which allows me to be more expressive with my ideas, but also sets me back a lot more than if I were to be collaborating with a group of people in the community. I hope to be as active and as fast as possible with my content, but this also means I would love for the community to help contribute! This means…
- Do you have any peculiar OC’s, loops, or concepts you’d like to introduce into the mix?
- Do you like my characters? Do you have any ideas, headcanons, or general shitposting type posts to send in about them?
- Are there any posts, comic strips, short stories, or headcanons you’d like to see of my characters?
Send them in! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts, as it would not only give me ideas as to what you want to see, but it also helps me keep things fresh and consistent.
Now, you’re probably waiting for me to finally release the name & blog title, and obviously given that this is the entire point of this post I suppose I could deliver! So without further ado:
I am absolutely delighted to finally introduce…
Ms. Swan’s Home for the Young & Exceptional!
“… Ms. Swan’s Home for the Young & Exceptional can be found through a little door in the back of the Elysian Cafe on Bitburg Alley, a street nestled somewhere hidden in the city of Albany, New York. Emergence into this loop will greet you with a bustling midday scene on the day of Saturday, October 30th, 1994. To locate the home, you must make your way through the bustling shop and down the street, nearing towards the well kept, hard to miss Swan Manor that calls out to you…
… Upon arrival, you will quickly be greeted with a burst of fresh energy: a young woman of a short stature greeting you at the door with a welcoming grin. The emerald in her shirt contrasting beautifully with her blue eyes and the white feather perched in her well-styled hair.
“I had a feeling someone was at the door,” She laughs a laid back energy wrapped around a proper exterior. Though her face is youthful, her eyes gleam with a look that is full of history and stories to tell.
She looks back at the staircase, and it’s for the first time that you take a look past the door. The well decorated home is carefully arranged with a modern-vintage hybrid flare, large paintings adorning the walls and plants placed in free spaces. It has a lived-in quality to it, toys scattered about and shoes messily tossed next to the doorway. Before you can make a comment, she calls into the all too quiet home.
“Children come down, there’s someone I would like for you to meet.”
So recently I’ve gotten a burst of inspiration, and it has lead me to create an entire MPHFPC-based spin off, and I’m very excited to say that I am now at a point where I can share it you all!
However, before I am able to share it, I need some follower feedback in order to get a good idea of how to portray said spin off ~
This project revolves around a loop that I have created, complete with a ymbryne, an in-depth background and 9 wards with fully developed backstories, personalities and most importantly: peculiarities!
With this all in mind, my original plan looked a little something like this…
- Create a blog where I post backgrounds of the loop, ymbryne and wards, and little short stories and comics about their adventures
But I felt this wasn’t enough. Despite the fact that this might attract attention and some discussion among MPHFPC fans and the like, it personally just didn’t feel interactive enough for the community to enjoy. So, in order to kick start this project, I’m asking for feedback regarding things I could do to not only share the characters I love, but make this loop something we can all contribute to. To my knowledge (correct me if I’m wrong) nothing like this has ever been done before, but I think it has real potential :^)
Here are the ideas I have thought up thus far for ways to make it interactive…
1. You guys sending in your own MPHFPC OC’s and interacting with the project loop
2. Snazzy headcanons
3. Shitposting
Now, as you can tell, I’m a little bit lack luster for ideas at the moment; so this is where you guys come in! If you have any ideas or suggestions, please don’t hesitate to send them in a message or in my ask box! I’m really passionate about this project, and I hope it can become something we all have fun with ^_^
EXTRA NOTE:If this gets enough interaction, I also hope to start a Discord server in the future, so if things go well that would be another thing to look forward to in the coming weeks :^)
Oops sorry lol, let’s pretend we are still in valentine’s territory. I got super bogged down with school with projects, papers, assignments and midterms and wasn’t able to finish this story until today but here it is now <3
This was inspired by a post by @evil-feather that I saw on January 2nd requesting a fic of y/n teaching Alma to Ice Skate. I’m not super great at it myself so I started off with ice skating then continued on for a full date with y/n and Alma. Hope you enjoy and apologies I wasn’t able to get this out sooner <3
Further I was thinking of starting a tag list at 100 followers (I am close enough) so do comment or let me know if you want to be on that. I write for Alma and Angie as of right now and am planning for Vesper so do specify which characters you want to be on the list for. :)
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Pairing: Miss Peregrine x Reader
Includes: fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1504
Brief Description: For valentines day you took Alma out to ice skating and tea for the day while Emma, Olive, and Enoch took care of the kids and dinner preparations. When you got home you were surprised with a cute/romantic dinner for 2 set-up in Alma’s study in which the kids all helped to set up as a surprise.
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It was February 14th, Valentine’s day. You had arranged for Emma, Olive, and Enoch to manage the children and the dinner preparations while you and Alma went out for the night. You had planned to take her ice skating then to tea. Before you left, you made sure Alma was in comfortable clothes, which she had to borrow from you, as her usual apparel wouldn’t be particularly fitting for an ice rink. You had walked to the frozen lake ice rink in Cairnholm, signed the waivers, paid for your and Alma’s skates, then made your way to the cubby area. You had swapped out your shoes and laced your skates rather quickly and helped Alma with hers as she wasn’t used to such laces. “There, that should be comfortable while you skate.” As you looked up at her she leaned down, cupping your cheek in her hand, and planted a light kiss on your forehead, “Thank you love.” You smiled and stood up, offering your hand to her and held onto her arm as you both made it over to the entrance of the rink.
You had stepped onto the ice with Alma, imagining she would be the epitome of grace while you could hardly manage to move quickly without wobbling. However, her usual poise and perfection seemed to escape her in the moment. She immediately grabbed your arm for stability as soon as she stepped onto the ice, no longer having the stability of the padded ground under her feet. As well as she could walk in heels, two blades on the slippery ice were no comparison. You held around her waist causing her to look up at you with slight crimson creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. Never did you imagine you’d see her perfection and poise falter but in this moment you did. You stifled a giggle and the crimson on her face deepened, “what?!” she remarked in a mix of annoyance and confusion. “You’re just cute, that’s all.” She huffed at your statement as you pulled her upright, arm still around her waist. “Here, hold onto me. Bend your knees a bit and lean to the right first, moving your foot out a bit, then to the left. Relax and let me lead until you are comfortable.” There remained a light blush on Alma’s face from the close proximity of your bodies as you moved across the ice. You both swayed to the light music playing from the speakers fastened to the wooden poles structuring the rink. After a bit Alma had finally relaxed in your arms as the two of you rhythmically glided under the lights strung above the ice. It had soon begun to rain and skating seemed to get easier as the water droplets falling from the sky evened out the rink. “Do you want to keep skating?” you asked her as she looked up at the sky. “You know a little rain doesn’t bother me.” she scoffed playfully as the two of you continued skating in sync.
It was nearing 4:00pm when the two of you finally made your way off the rink. The rain had lightened but as Alma joined you to return your skates you held an umbrella over her head. You pulled her close as the two of you left the rink and started walking down the town’s main road. “y/n where are we walking? The loop entrance is that way.” she asked as she gestured to the other side of the island. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you that now would it?” you replied with a playful smirk, earning a huff and an eye roll from Alma.
In about 3 minutes you had arrived at a tea shop where you had made reservations a few days prior and requested a special set-up at your reserved table. You walked to the attendant, giving him your name, and he walked you over to a private room table with rose petals sprinkled over the white table cloth. You pulled a soft cushioned seat out for Alma and she sat down as she gazed up at you, “Darling, you did all this?”. You sat down as you replied, “Well technically I just requested for the special setup. The lovely staff here are the ones that made it happen.” Her eyebrows furrowed, “Merci ma amore, you didn’t have to do all this.” She smiled as you reached over to cup her cheek in your hand, “I wanted to chérie.” The waiter arrived with the tea and treats you had selected prior: Earl gray and blackberry tea with hints of cocoa and a tray of teal colored lemon-caramel macarons. She seemed surprised as the waiter poured tea into your cups as there was never even a menu brought. “I pre-ordered so we wouldn’t be late for dinner and reset, I know how on schedule you like to be.” She looked at you and smiled, blowing on her tea to cool it before taking a sip. You noticed her visibly relax as you grabbed a macaron and started on your own cup of tea. “How did you think of such a mix of tea?” she asked as she took a macaron. “I took your favorite, then added a couple additional flavors that seemed fitting and reminded me of you; for the tea and the macarons.” She smiled, gazing softly at you, “Well it is a lovely combination.” The two of you sat comfortably in light discussion as you finished your tea and macarons and at precisely 5pm, you both left the tea shop, thanking the staff, and made your way back to the loop.
Walking back up to the house, you opened the door for her to walk in and were automatically greeted by Claire running up and hugging you with Bronwyn, Hugh and the twins in tow. Emma walked into the hallway, “Just in time for supper. How was your date?” You looked up at her, setting Claire down, “It was lovely, thank you for managing the house while we were out.” “Of course,” she said with a smile. “Speaking of, while you were out, Olive, Enoch and I set something up for you. It is in the study, I do hope you don’t mind Miss Peregrine.” You took Alma’s hand and walked into her book-filled study, to see a table for two set up in the glass semi circle at the end of the study with a white tablecloth and candles which were currently being lit by Olive. The rest of the elegant, vintage furniture had been moved to the sides of the room in front of the book shelves built into the walls as well as the tall windowed doors. Alma cupped her hands over her mouth, left speechless from such a sweet gesture. Enoch and Jake entered and pulled out the two seats for you and Alma to sit.
Not a moment after you both took your seats, Claire and Fiona came walking in with two bouquets of freshly picked and de-thorned roses, each bundled together with a navy blue satin ribbon. You smiled as you took one, Alma doing the same, the both of you thanking Claire as she looked at you, happy to have completed her task. “Thank you Claire, Fiona, these truly are the most beautiful roses I have ever received”, at a whisper tone you leaned over closer to them, “And I don’t think I have ever seen Miss Peregrine so speechless so props to that.” They both giggled as they dashed off, out the grand oak doors and back to the kitchen. Moments later the twins entered each with a filled dish and as they walked up to the table to serve you and Alma, Horace came in to set a record on Alma’s vintage gramophone and start the track at a light volume purely for background purposes. You both thanked the three children and as the twins toddled off and Horace walked out with his usual elegance. Right as you turned back to Alma, Emma walked in with a fresh pitcher of tea and poured a glass for the both of you before leaving the pitcher on a small oak table near the one they had set up. “If you need anything we’ll be in the dining room. And don’t worry about us, Olive, Enoch and I have everything else under control and on schedule so you two enjoy your dinner.” “Thank you Emma, we will see you at reset.” Alma said before Emma exited the room and closed the oak doors to a crack. The two of you had an hour to enjoy each other’s company before the nightly reset. The room was quiet save for the light pitter patter of the rain and the subtle music playing from the gramophone. You spoke once more holding up your crystal glass, “Happy Valentine’s Day ma faucon cherie.” She brought her glass up clinking it to yours, “Happy Valentine’s Day ma belle.”
Includes: light angst in reference to “Acceptance - or maybe not?” fluff
Warnings: light angst that may be triggering to some LGBT readers who had poor coming out experiences
Word Count: 1365
Brief Description: After your parents kicked you out of the house, Ms. Zimmerman took you in. You were not completely moved in yet so there were still boxes all over your room. Your girlfriend, Alma Peregrine, came for a visit and was going to spend the night, but the two of you were being subtly cuddly and romantic thinking that Ms. Zimmerman was unaware of your relationship. As it got later you went to ask Ms. Zimmerman where Alma would be for the night and she asked why she wouldn’t be in your room with you. It caused a light trauma response to which Ms. Zimmerman comforted you, telling you that she knew the two of you were together and that there was no need to try and hide it. You later watch a movie together and are cuddled up to Alma as Ms. Zimmerman offers cookies and support. :)
~The Story Begins~
Shortly after being kicked out of the house by your parents, Ms. Zimmerman got word and took you in. Alma helped you move all your stuff into your new room and Ms. Zimmerman helped you to get situated with the magical home. A week passed and you have mostly moved in with the exception of a few boxes still scattered around your room.
There was a knock at the door and Ms. Zimmerman opened it as you were going through some boxes. You heard two sets of clicking heels coming toward your room as Ms. Zimmerman held a light discussion with the guest. The door opened and you turned around to see Alma thanking Ms. Zimmerman and walking toward you to wrap you in a tight embrace. Ms. Zimmerman smiled and left the room, going back to what she was doing prior. Alma then sat on the bed with you absently messing with your hands as you talked. After an hour you picked up a box which led to Alma helping you organize and sort through the remaining boxes. Once you were finished you got comfortable on the bed cuddled up with Alma and held a light conversation, occasionally hitting the topic of your situation with your parents to which she cuddled up to you reassuring you that everything would be ok and they couldn’t force you back or hurt you since you were of legal age.
It was nearly time for dinner and you heard the clicking of Ms. Zimmerman’s heels coming down the hall causing you to bolt away from Alma afraid that you would get in trouble for being close or intimate with her. You noticed a slight disappointment in Alma’s expression as Ms. Zimmerman knocked on the door. She didn’t walk in and instead just said, “Dinner is ready in five minutes, is it ok if I come in?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you expected that she would just walk right in after knocking, you hadn’t even expected her to knock at all, and replied, “yeah, we are just sitting here”. She walked in with a box of movies handing them to you. “Why don’t you pick a movie to watch after dinner. If none of these find your fancy Jonathan probably has boxes more up at his place”. You took the box and quickly picked a movie from the top which Alma also looked at with agreement, “How about this one?”. “That looks like a wonderful after dinner movie, I’ll put it in the sitting room for later”. She took the box and the movie and walked out of the room to finish dinner preparations.
Alma leaned over to you, grabbing your hand, “Darling I’m sure she wouldn’t be anything like your parents. I get your reaction though, maybe you just need some time to adjust to them not being around”. You looked at her, feeling bad for pushing away from her, and pulled her into a hug just as you heard Ms. Zimmerman calls out, “Dinner’s ready!”. You hold each other for a moment before making your way to the dining room. You both walk down the hall and into the dining room to sit at the table as Ms. Zimmerman brings the food out. She sits and you each fill your plate before eating. Midway through dinner with occasional conversation you feel a light touch on your leg. You feel Alma’s hand start rubbing circles on your leg and as you put down your knife, you bring your hand down to hold hers. After dinner you both offer to wash the dishes as Ms. Zimmerman cooked, but she waves her hand and the dishes go flying and are suddenly being washed. You look in somewhat confusion as she stands up walking around the table, “Now there are plenty of pillows and blankets in the sitting room already so why don’t the two of you cozy up in some pajamas while I get the movie set up”. You and Alma stand up, thank her for the dinner, and head to your room to change.
You finished changing first as you had your usual set of (f/c) pajamas laying out already so you left the room so Alma could choose something from your drawer change. As you were walking out of your room it occurred to you that there was no spare room in Ms. Zimmerman’s house as that room had become yours. You got to the living room to see Ms. Zimmerman sitting on the side of the couch opposite the chase lounge and went over to her to ask where Alma would be sleeping. You slightly caved in on yourself and held your arm, nervous to ask, but figured you’d just get it over with, “Ms. Zimmerman…” you started as she looked at you, head tilting in question. “What is it dear?” She asked in a cheery tone with a tinge of concern at your caved in state. “Well, since I took the spare room I was wondering where Alma would sleep… I can take the couch so she can be more comfortable and sleep in my room…”. You trailed off as her eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Well I assumed she would be sleeping with you in your room, the bed is plenty big enough and the two of you have seemed to be cuddly all day. Are you not comfortable sharing the bed? I can take the couch and one of you could take my bed if that’s the problem”. You brought your hands up in front of you as you slightly backed away, “no no it’s nothing like that, I just- my parents never let me have anyone in my room at night and I figured you wouldn’t like us sharing the room let alone a bed…” she cut you off with a calming shhh as she pulled you into her arms, “it’s ok, this isn’t your parents house, you don’t have to worry about them here. And I don’t mind you sharing a bed with your girlfriend. If anything the two of you can stop trying to hide your affection for each other, you can be open here. It’s sweet to see the two of you so happy together”. You practically turned into a deer in the headlights the second she said girlfriend. “Y-you knew?!” You said, the panic returning as Alma walked in wearing a navy blue pj shirt and shorts set from your drawer. Ms. Zimmerman rolled her eyes, “Of course I knew, its not hard to notice how cuddly you two are with each other. And even if you did want to mess around, since you thought you two sharing a bed would bother me, you’re both adults, I would trust you to be safe about it”. A light crimson color snuck up your neck onto your cheeks at the last part and only deepened when Alma snaked her arms around your waist and nuzzled her head into your shoulder. “So shall we lay in the pile of pillows on the chase lounge?” She spoke lightly into your ear as a small smirk shown on her lips, undoubtedly from Ms. Zimmerman’s final comment. You just covered your face and she went to lay down first gesturing for you to lay with her. As you did she wrapped her arms around you as the movie started and you nuzzled in close, happy to be in her arms.
For once you could be together without feeling worry or guilt. Ms. Zimmerman reached over offering you a plate of her cookies as the credits finished and you gladly took them to share with your girlfriend. You laid in Alma’s arms taking in all her warmth as you both shared your snacks and watched the movie cuddled on the couch. You felt Ms. Zimmerman reach over and lightly rub your back in reassurance. You look over to see her smiling and giving you a thumbs up to which you smile back before nuzzling back into Alma’s chest. After the movie you both sleepily brushed your teeth then made your way to your room to cuddle up and fall asleep nuzzled into each other.
before I start I would like to apologize for being inactive. I was in the process of transferring data so I had a friend holding onto my fanfiction documents while I was doing that (which is good since several of my documents were deleted) I will try to double post to make up for missing a week though :)
pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader
Includes: Fluff
Word Count: 579 ;-;
brief description: as this was a tiktok prompt, it is short. you got hungry in the middle of the night and went to get some pizza from the kitchen. you had been cuddled up to Alma but your absence woke her up
it. IIt was the middle of the night when you woke up from hunger, your stomach aching and grumbling ever so slightly as you recalled that you hadn’t had much for dinner. Last night’s main course was fish, and you couldn’t stand the taste of fish. Alma offered to cook you something else, but you declined saying you weren’t that hungry anyway.
Alma’s arm was wrapped around you, both of you were still cuddled close. You carefully turn your body and lift her hand off of your torso. She let out a small groan and you sat still on the edge of the bed until you were sure that she was still sound asleep. You carefully slide off the bed and make your way to the kitchen. You were sure there was some leftover pizza in the fridge from the night before. You walk down the stairs and finally make it to the kitchen door, slowly and carefully opening it wide enough to slip through. Once you were inside, you turned to close the door as quietly as you could so as to not wake anyone up. You make your way to the fridge and open it, looking to see if the pizza was still there. You finally find it, take a few pieces, and put them in a pan on the stove to reheat. You grab a plate and place it on the counter before returning your attention to the stove, turning it on and setting a not-too-loud timer so as not to make too much noise. You stand there in the darkness as the pizza warms up, the only light coming from the flame on the stove.
Time passes slowly as you wait and you begin to zone out a bit, still tired from having woken in the middle of the night. As your eyes begin to close ever so slightly you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist and a head nuzzle into your neck. Too tired to think much of it, you lean your head against the one nuzzled into you. “Why’d you leave me?” You hear Alma’s sleepy voice ask with the slightest hint of an exhausted whine. You realize that your sudden absence from cuddling must have woken her up. “I’m sorry love, I was just hungry.” You replied as the timer went off indicating your pizza was finished heating up. You rub her arms gently before taking your pizza out of the pan. You slide it onto the plate on the counter behind you and hold onto her arms with one hand, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth while eating with the other hand. You hear a light pouty groan come from Alma as she moves her head onto your shoulder. You move the pizza closer to her offering her a bite and she happily leans into you to take one. The two of you share the pizza and once you finish it you rinse off your dish and put it in the sink. Alma wraps her arm around you and pulls you into her as you make your way out of the kitchen. You both walk up the stairs and back into her room. She lets you get into bed first then climbs in after you, pulling the covers over the both of you. She pulls you in close with her arm around you and you nuzzle into her as her warmth engulfs you and lulls you to sleep.
You had finally fallen into a slumber after an hour of tossing around to Alma’s dismay. You both slept peacefully cuddling close under the warm layered blankets of your bed as the hours passed. Then in the early hours of the morning your dream begins, except it was more of a trauma inflicted nightmare than a dream. Dreams didn’t cause you to cry in your sleep. This did. It begins with you back on the playground in your middle school talking to a girl who seemed to be your friend. The odd thing however is this girl was not from your middle school at all. You recognize her as one of the girls you had met in your last year of high school. Being deep in your slumber however your brain seemed to register this as normal. The bell rings and you start to walk to where everyone lines up at the end of recess. You walk with your friend down a paved stone pathway that is lined with flower covered white fencing. This part was influenced by your high school for sure but it still felt like it was your middle school reality. You continued to walk, your friend ahead of you when a pair of boys, who often picked on you, came up and cut you off. You attempt to walk around them but they continue to cut you off and give a snide smirk as they do so. Your friend gets further away so you walk faster, pushing past the boys. The path seems to narrow as they catch up to you and pass you up. You walk even faster and then before you know it you are at the end of the path and up where the lines are, your 8th grade homeroom teacher standing at the front. He looks at you with a glare upon his face and reprimands you, “you know you are supposed to WALK to the lines. Since you seem to be in such a rush you can stand over to the side here and wait for the rest of the class to form their lines and walk in.” You look at him but stop yourself from protesting. Your friend is heading the line with the two boys not far behind her. You see them stifling their laughter as they whisper amongst themselves and bow your head. This hadn’t been the first time they led you into trouble and got off clean themselves. You look at the school building, which oddly resembles that of the school you attended from kindergarten through fifth grade, then bring your glance anywhere but the lines. As if being singled out wasn’t humiliating enough you hear the boy who bullied you most coming from behind you as the class began to walk inside. Rather than walking inside however he came and started to taunt you, “What happened, not with your friend”, he sarcastically questioned. He proceeded to make a scene for all to see as you began to tear up. Your facade fell as your legs gave into a squat. He continued his train of remarks until nearly everyone was inside. The last few students were making their way to their respective lines when you saw two teachers walking toward you. They were both from the high school you attended but in your slumber it somehow made sense that they were at your middle school. They came over to you and one squatted down to comfort you and give you a hug as the other glared at your home room teacher and the boy. The boy shrunk back for a moment then huffed a proud laugh and trailed in with the last of your classmates. As you were being comforted and your homeroom teacher proceeded inside, seemingly annoyed, the confusing scene started to fade out. Your girlfriend, Alma Peregrine, was slightly shaking you in an attempt to wake you. You slowly came to as you noticed your damp face and a worried shake in Alma’s voice. “Darling what’s wrong, is everything ok?” She says with a small hitch in her voice. “You lightly groan before responding, “yeah, just a bad dream”. She gently wiped the tears off your face. There is a moment of silence as you take a breath. “Want to talk about it?”, she asks in a gentle voice. You nod then explain the nightmare and how it centered in your middle school while also having elements from your elementary and high school. You had begun to tear up again as you explained everything so Alma pulled you closer in comfort in hopes of calming you down, “hey, hey, I’m right here darling. It’s ok, it is all over, it was all a bad dream. It’s ok now.” You rub your eyes and sniff back your remaining tears as you nuzzle into her chest, finally calming down. You both lay in silence for a few moments before you finally speak, “I love you Alma”. She gently strokes your head as you cuddle into her embrace “I love you too darling”. She pulls you closer as you both fall back into a slumber for the remainder of the night.
WARNINGS: Angst, could be triggering for some LGBT readers who had bad coming out experiences
word count: 1075
brief description: you were in a relationship with Alma Peregrine and came out to your parents but it didn’t go well. You were cast out and Alma came to help you through.
You have been in an amazing relationship with your girlfriend for two years now and you were finally ready to tell your parents. You were finally going to come out to them and tell them about your relationship. They knew your significant other, Alma Peregrine, but you had them under the impression that the two of you were just close friends. There were several ways this could go so playing it safe you had packed a few bags and brought them to Alma’s house in advance. She offered to be with you when you came out to your parents but you declined the offer and said you would rather her not be there for her own safety in case things go wrong. It was around seven at night and after nearly having a nervous breakdown, you were ready. You walked into the living room, nervous as ever, and looked at your parents. They looked back at you, “what is it sweetie?” your mom asks. Your dad puts down his paper and looks at you. You take a deep breath, Mom, Dad, I’m (insert sexuality here). Both their faces dropped and the room was silent for a few moments. Before it registered, your parents were on their feet, one of them pleading with you that you are just confused and that you don’t know what you are talking about and the other one getting in your face about it. You started freaking out and couldn’t keep track of everything happening and you just heard a “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!” as you were pushed toward the door. You quickly made your way down the stairs as a yell followed you “AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL YOU THINK LONG AND HARD ABOUT WHO YOU ARE AND FORGET ABOUT ALL OF THAT NONSENSE!” You made your way a few blocks down and called Alma in tears. She already had an idea of what happened and just asked you to text her where you were and to breathe. She was there in less than ten minutes. Alma got out of the car and knelt down to hold you in her arms, “hey it’s going to be ok, I’m right here”. You buried your face in her chest, still crying, and she led you through stabilizing your breathing again. Once you were no longer hyperventilating, Alma helped you up and into the passenger seat of her car, giving you the plushie you packed at her house from your first Valentine’s Day as a couple. While driving back to her house, Alma alternated between holding your hand and rubbing your arm to comfort you and keep you calm. You soon arrived at Alma’s house and she walked you inside with her arm around your waist, pulling you in close. You weren’t up for eating anything so the both of you went to Alma’s room and sat on the bed. She laid against the headboard and pulled you onto her chest. “Wanna talk about it?” She asked in a calm voice. You sit there silently for a few moments just enjoying the comfort and security of being in her arms until you finally nod your head. You begin to explain what went down back at your house until you get to the part about your parents’ reactions. Your voice begins to waver and you begin to lightly shake. Alma pulls you in closer and rubs your back for reassurance. “It’s ok, I’m right here. You’re safe.” She calmly whispers. She brings your face up a bit and leans down to lay a light kiss on the top of your head. You took a few moments to breathe as you cuddled up in Alma’s arms, a few tears falling down your cheeks, then continued with the rest of what went down. You finally finished at the part where Alma came and picked you up from where you were and looked up at her face. She had a couple tears rolling down her own cheeks and pulled you into a tight hug. She hated when you were hurt and was torn on whether to be livid or upset with how your parents reacted to you coming out. You felt another kiss on the top of your head as Alma whispered reassurances into your ear. You nuzzled into her chest with your arms wrapped around them just wanting to feel the comfort and security of being with them and not wanting to focus on what had gone down at your house. The two of you stayed cuddled up and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms as it was already late.
You lay asleep the next morning wrapped in each other’s arms, cuddled in each other’s warmth. You had a few tears sliding down your cheek from a nightmare caused by the previous night but it hadn’t woken you up. Alma stirred at a sniffle and looked at your sleeping figure. She wiped the tears off your face and pulled you closer, whispering sweet nothings to wake you up gently. You finally opened your eyes when you heard Alma’s voice and looked up at her. “You ok?” She asked in a soft and caring voice. You nod and nuzzle into her as she holds you close. “Just a nightmare” you give as an explanation. The two of you lay there for a bit longer, comfortable in each other’s company. Alma gets up first then helps you out of bed and to the bathroom where you both clean up and get ready. You both go out to a nearby cafe for breakfast and on your way back, your phone dings. It is your mother asking if you have changed your mind about being (insert sexuality) yet. You message her back “sorry mom but no. It is not my choice to be (insert sexuality), it is how I feel. You and dad should be able to accept that even if you don’t understand it, I have just as much of a right to be happy as you do.” She leaves you on read and Alma looks over at your obviously discontented face, “everything alright?” You rest your head on her shoulder as you continue to walk, “I don’t really know but I’m sure it will work itself out”. You continue to walk back to her house and just enjoy each other’s presence, choosing not to worry about the situation and to just let it work itself out.
hey everyone! this is my first post here as I am new to this app but this story is just a repost from my wattpad account. This is just a fluff one-shot that I may or may not have written on a retreat during my senior year of high school so I hope y’all like it!
You were sitting alone, deep in thought, when she crossed your mind again. No matter what you did it always seemed as though she would slip into your mind. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the mere sight of her or at the quick crossing scent of her perfume. Out in the garden your attention was finally drawn back by the sound of Miss Peregrine’s voice as she approached where you sat. “Lovely day, isn’t it y/n?” Miss Peregrine said with that sweet melodic voice that made your heart skip a beat. Your eyes widened as you flustered at the sound of her voice hoping there wasn’t too noticeable a blush across your face. “Y-yes, i-it is quite nice out” you managed to stutter, internally wincing at your flustered words. She sat beside you in the grass and you felt the heat rise in your face. Between the glint in her stunning blue eyes and the calmness of her features, you had to fight yourself to maintain your composure. You feel the side of her body brush against you as she takes off her coat, scooting closer to place it over both your and her legs. She lays down, resting her head on an arm, and closes her eyes. You watch as she adjusts, trying to get comfortable, and pick up the coat. She looks up as you start to fold it, tiling her head in curiosity wondering what you are doing. You finally finish and you hand her the jacket, which is now folded into a pillow. “How did you do that?“ she questions. "Just something I picked up.” you reply as you remove your own jacket and fold it into a pillow. You lay beside her under the warm sun as you place the pillow down. You notice her drifting off as her breathing slows and you close your eyes listening to the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the breeze. The day slowly leaks away as the two of you lay beside each other. You wake up hours later in her arms, glad to be engulfed in the warmth of her body in the now chilled air. You see two of the teens who also live on the property standing above you whispering as they discuss waking the two of you up and you close your eyes again, enjoying the comfort and warmth of the cuddling as long as you could. A few minutes go by and the girl kneels down and gently shakes you both to wake you and Alma up. You both fluster and your faces go red as you realize you’ve been cuddled against each other for the past few hours. The two teens standing above you glance at each other and giggle as you and Alma get up and head inside for dinner. The two of you ate silently as the others around the table engaged in small talk and gossip. A few times you could hear something about you and Alma cuddling being brought up, which apparently everyone saw and the group began shipping the two of you with one another as though neither of you were sitting right there. Once dinner was over and everything was cleaned up, everyone started heading off to bed. You headed to your room which was right next door to Alma’s and started changing into your nightwear. Your mind started wandering to Alma again and all the conversations you overheard at dinner. You felt a presence at your door, a nervous one as though the person wanted to come in, but they couldn’t build the courage to knock. “Come in” you say gently. A moment later, Alma walked in with hesitance and looked down at her feet before glancing up at you. A slightly noticeable blush deepened on her face as she tried to speak. “So.. uh.. I guess you probably heard everyone” she said as she looked down again the light pink color deepening as she did. “Yeah, uh.. so…” you muster in a failed attempt to respond. You were unable to convey anything other than flustered stuttering as your face turned a deep shade of pink which was likely to soon be crimson. She slowly stepped closer and you glanced up from the floorboards to look at her face. You stood closely in front of each other for a few seconds unable to speak until you wrapped your arm around her waist causing her to be even closer, to which her breath hitched and the pink color in her face turned to crimson. She looked down then back up wrapped an arm around your waist, and brought a hand up to caress your cheek. You tilted your head into her hand and closed your eyes. You leaned forward so your forehead was against hers. You feel comfortable in the moment and it crosses your mind that she may feel the same way toward you as you feel toward her. You manage to get out in a quiet voice slightly over a whisper, “Alma.. I…, I think I like you… like, a lot…”, you pause for a second and take a breath. It hit you that you just admitted you liked her right to her face and you automatically flustered in a panic, “I just didn’t know if you felt the same, and I-I didn’t want to make things weird between us if you didn’t like me, and-and”. You were quickly cut off by her soft lips pressing against your own. Your eyes widened in surprise and you tangled your hand into her hair and kissed her back with just as much passion as the embrace grew closer. You separated and looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Alma finally broke the silence. “I love you too y/n, I just didn’t know before if you felt the same way”. You looked down then back up into her eyes, “do you think that maybe I could sleep in your bed tonight? - with you? - and that maybe we could cuddle up like in the garden… I-I liked that. You’re very warm, i-it’s comforting”. She let out a gentle laugh. You glanced down again and she lifted your chin up to face her and gently spoke, “of course y/n. I enjoyed that too”. She leaned in and kissed you and pulled you in for a hug as you nuzzled your head into her neck. She wrapped her arm around you as you walked to the door. As you opened it, three of the teens who also resided in the house fell in front of you. They looked up and smiled. One of them was able to speak as the other two got up, “we saw you going to y/n’s room and we wanted to see if you would get together”, as though that would excuse eavesdropping with their ears pressed against the door. Alma decided to let it go and sent them off to bed. She turned her attention to you and the two of you walked out of your room and into hers. It was late and you both were tired. You laid down, cuddling up and both quickly fell into a slumber.
