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I Will Always Be With You

Peculiar Reader/Miss Peregrine (platonic)

Very angsty Miss P/reader prompt. Miss Peregrine sacrifices herself for her children.

Warnings: heavy angst, violence, major character death

Also, I have a mixture of the book/movie versions. Everyone is their book version apart from Miss Peregrine. Eva Green will always be my Miss P <3

It was a day like any other, or so I thought. The other children and myself were enjoying the day, spending much of it outside. I was stepping on the rope that kept little Olive from floating away while sketching her and the ocean scene behind her. She was laughing and holding her arms out as the wind blew her hair wildly, her eyes closed to keep herself from being blinded by the sun. I smiled as I worked on capturing her cheerful expression on paper. Emma and Bronwyn had joined Millard, Hugh, and the twins in a rowdy game of football, Olive in charge of fetching the ball from a nearby tree or hedge when one of the older children, usually Hugh, kicked it just a bit too hard.

“Come on, Hugh, just because you’re losing doesn’t mean you have to be a poor sport!” Millard exclaimed after Hugh had managed to kick the football up into a hedge for the fourth time.

“Me? A poor sport? Poppycock!” Hugh retorted, shrugging coyly. Olive giggled and tugged on the rope, motioning for me to loosen it so she could float over to where the ball was stuck at the top of a dinosaur-shaped hedge. She stretched her little arms towards it and picked it up. She turned around and gingerly dropped the ball down in front of Millard. He scoffed at Hugh before picking it up and running back over to the makeshift football field.

“Y/N I think I want to get down now. It’s almost supper time!” Olive yelled down to me. I lost track of time and hadn’t realized just how late it was.

“Okay, just a minute!” I called back up to her. I had strayed a ways away from where Olive’s lead shoes were laying in the grass. I picked up the rope and dragged Olive with me over to our original spot. I began to shorten the rope, pulling her close enough to fasten a shoe onto one of her feet. She then sank just enough to where I could hand her the other one.

“Thanks, Y/N!” she chirped just before putting on her other shoe and skipping off towards the house. I began putting my drawing stuff away into my bag. Before I could sling it over my shoulder, I heard Miss Peregrine calling us in for supper.

“Come now, children, it’s already 5:32!” I heard her shout. Two minutes late may not have been much, but to an ymbryne that was as bad as an hour of tardiness. I jogged towards the door. Miss Peregrine gave me a disapproving look.

“Sorry, Miss P! To be fair, I haven’t been late in thirty four years!” I pointed out. She let a slight smile tug at the corners of her mouth and then shook her head at me. I squeezed past her and found my place at the dinner table. Miss Peregrine was unusually quiet during our meal. Normally she liked to start a polite conversation about everyone’s day, but instead kept her head down and picked at the food in front of her. I caught her gaze a time or two, but couldn’t quite read the emotion on her face.

After dinner was over, I helped clear the table while the rest of the children got ready for movie time. Miss Peregrine and I stacked the plates without speaking, the sound of hard porcelain clanking together the only thing there to break our silence. I carried my pile to the kitchen sink, where my ymbryne stood waiting to wash them. I placed them on the counter and stood next to her awkwardly for a moment, eventually working up the courage to ask her the question that had been bothering me all evening.

“Miss Peregrine, is something wrong?” I watched her face carefully for any change in expression. She remained stoic.

“No, dear, everything is fine,” she answered, not even moving her focus from the dishes in front of her.

“Miss P, I know when you’re lying. Lying is highly uncivilized.” I mimicked the quote she always used on us when we were caught being untruthful. She smiled and paused for a minute, finally tearing her gaze from the task at hand.

“Well, miss Y/N, you are correct about that,” she admitted, holding back a light giggle. You nodded and gave her a knowing look, hands on your hips. She dropped the smile on her face and sighed heavily.

“I just…have a bad feeling about today. That’s all.” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, indicating it was a senseless reason to be stressed. But I knew better. Miss Peregrine’s intuition was hardly ever wrong. I stared at the floor for a moment, my mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a reason for her bad feeling.

“Really, it means nothing. I haven’t a good reason to feel this way, so I don’t want any of you to worry about it. Do you understand?” She shot me a stern look. I knitted my eyebrows together in disagreement.

“But, Miss P, you’re never wrong about anything,” I countered. I knew I could get away with more than the others when it came to Miss Peregrine. I could tell she had a soft spot for me, though, she would never admit it. She claimed to “care for each and every one of us equally.” I watched her try to keep her expression rigid, but eventually she couldn’t help the grin that took over her face yet again.

“While I appreciate the faith you have in me, even us ymbrynes are wrong from time to time.” She placed a slightly damp hand on my shoulder squeezing lightly, her piercing blue eyes regaining the spark that seemed to be missing just a few moments earlier. I decided to drop the subject and nodded my head at her. I helped finish the dishes without another word.

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It was just before reset. We were all getting ready for bed before walking outside to watch. I perched myself on the edge of a chair in front of the large mirror placed in the far corner of my room, brushing my long, brown hair and struggling to put it in a loose braid. Usually, I would ask Miss Peregrine to braid my hair for me, but I didn’t want to bother her since she’d had such a stressful day. At this point, my hair was beginning to resemble a nest more so than actual hair. I was on my third attempt when I began to hear rattling throughout the house. The chair I was sitting on shook, and my reflection in the mirror wobbled. The pictures on my wall swayed dramatically from side to side. I gasped and jerked my head to look behind me as one of them fell, the glass from the frame shattering into a million pieces. I stood up abruptly and threw open the door to the hallway. Miss Peregrine was frantically gathering everyone and sending them down the stairs.

“What’s happening? Is it the bombs?” I shouted over the loud boom coming from outside. But even I knew there was another half hour or so before they were due at reset. Miss Peregrine stopped and looked at me. She shook her head, eyes wide with fear.

“No, it’s the wights and their hollows,” she said almost too quietly for me to hear. My heart sank. The very thing we tried to hide from for over sixty years had finally come to take us. I stood frozen, chest heaving as my breath quickened. My head swam and I could only hear muffled shouts coming from Miss Peregrine, who was trying to get me to move. A particularly violent explosion from outside shook the house and knocked me to the ground. After several seconds, I shook my head and saw a hand extended in front of me. I grabbed onto it and the the ymbryne pulled me to my feet then took my face in her hands.

“Are you alright?” She asked, checking me over for wounds. I nodded my head and she sighed in relief, but only for a brief second before continuing to shoo us downstairs. I followed her and the others down to the parlor, where she shut the door and locked it. She told us to draw the curtains shut, so we did. She then looked at all of us, no doubt making sure we were all present.

“Alright everyone. I need you all to stay calm,” she announced, pulling herself together remarkably fast. We watched her walk over to the bookcase on the right hand wall.

“Bronwyn, can you help me move this please?” she asked as calmly as she could, the crashing sounds from outside the house still in full force. Bronwyn nodded her head, determined. With a grunt she moved the enormous bookcase over just enough to reveal a dark passageway. My eyes bulged in surprise. I never knew that was there in the many decades I had lived in that house, although I suspected that was on purpose to keep it a secret.

“Okay, I need everyone to make a single file line and follow Emma into this tunnel.” Miss Peregrine pointed to the dark passageway. Emma held a ball of fire in her hands and walked into the tunnel first, Olive and Claire following just behind her. I started to follow behind Horace, but Miss Peregrine grabbed my hand to stop me. She pulled me aside while the others pushed their way through.

“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” she pleaded, digging around in the pocket of her dark blue blazer. I nodded my head anxiously. She pulled out a silver pocket watch with ‘Alma Lefay Peregrine’ etched on the cover. It was the timepiece that allowed her to reset loops. She held it towards me. Miss Peregrine never separated herself from her timepiece. I shook my head and backed up a step.

“Why are you giving me this? Aren’t you coming with us?” I choked, tears pricked my eyes. Deep down I already knew the answer. She looked at me with glassy eyes, tears beginning to stain her cheeks.

“No, my love. The wights will never stop looking for me. None of you stand a chance if I come with you. I need you to protect this for the sake of everyone. If they get a hold of it and me, there’s no telling what kind of evil could be accomplished. I have to remove myself from it. My one duty as an ymbryne is to protect you all.” She let out a quiet whimper, failing to hold back her sobs any longer. I gingerly took the timepiece and put it in my robe pocket. I looked up at her, my tears flowing freely now. I jumped as a loud crash sounded from the front door. The wights broke through it. I trembled in fear. Everyone but Bronwyn had made their way down the tunnel. She stayed behind to wait for us so that she could move the bookcase back to its original position. Her somber expression and glassy eyes told me that she heard every word. I turned back to Miss Peregrine, shaking my head in denial.

“But, Miss Peregrine, we need you!” I exclaimed, still in disbelief. She pulled me into a tight hug as I sobbed.

“No, dear, I needed all of you. It has been my privilege to care for you. All of you,” she cried. I held onto her even tighter, not wanting to let her go. She was like a mother to all of us and it was heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to her, possibly for forever. She stroked the hair on the back of my head and cooed words of comfort into my ear.

“I love you, mum,” I whispered between sobs. She stroked my hair and I felt her shoulders tremble.

“I love you too, darling.” She pulled away from me. She held my face in her hands and wiped away the tears streaming down my face with her thumbs. She held her forehead to mine for a few seconds before pulling back and placing a soft kiss where our heads had just met. She sniffled, took a deep breath, then grasped both of my hands in hers.

"No matter where you are, I will always be with you." She gave me a weak smile and squeezed my hands one last time before turning to Bronwyn.

They exchanged goodbyes and a brief hug just as we heard banging on the parlor door. She hurried us into the tunnel and motioned for Bronwyn to pull the bookcase back to its original place. I looked into her eyes and only saw regret. She put a hand over her mouth and gave me one last glance before Bronwyn sealed the tunnel. I heard a loud bang, then shouts from the other side of it. The wights got what they came for. I tried pushing the bookcase back so I could save her, but it was too heavy for me. Bronwyn pulled me away and kept me quiet. She forced me down the tunnel and we eventually made it out the other side where the others stood waiting. The tunnel came out to the very front of the house, just beyond the pond that lay between us and the front door. The rain came down on us hard, soaking our hair and clothes within a few seconds. All the other wards looked at me and Bronwyn. Our red eyes and sniffling noses were enough to tell them that Miss Peregrine wasn’t coming. Emma covered her mouth in shock, some of the younger children started to cry loudly. I had to look away to avoid losing my composure once more. My eyes widened as I heard the bomber planes near us overhead. I touched the timepiece in my pocket and the realization hit me like a freight train. There would be no reset, and Miss Peregrine was still inside. I shouted and tried to run towards it, but Bronwyn and Emma held me back. We watched in horror as the bomb dropped and landed on the house, destroying it in one massive explosion. I stared in shock, shingles and pieces of wood flying in every direction. I stood there motionless, the fight completely leaving my body. No screams, no tears, nothing came out. I was completely numb as I watched the house, our home, go up in flames.

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With heavy hearts, and some of us still in tears, we headed down to the beach to get out the rowboats and escape. To where, we had no idea. Bronwyn, being the strongest both physically and mentally, made sure we all stayed together. She uncovered the rowboats and assigned groups of us to each one. We worked together to push them towards the water, when we stopped and listened. From a ways away, we could just make out a boat upon the horizon. I could hear laughter, and muffled voices. Male voices. Horace conveniently pulled a pair of binoculars out of his satchel. It almost made me feel bad for making fun of him for carrying those things around all the time. His breath caught in his throat as he made out the image before him.

“What is it Horace?” Emma asked, voice still weak from crying. He paused as he lowered his binoculars.

“It’s…the wights. They have something with them,” he stuttered out.

“And? What was it?” I snapped. He looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost.

“It was a peregrine falcon.”

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nadineof30s · 1 year

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Poems that help me visualize my DR

Part 1

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I awaken with a start, opening my eyes to a void of black

Staring up at the ceiling, laying on my back

I stop to breathe for a minute, smelling the flowers all throughout my room

Before a crack of lightning and thunder let out a trembling boom

I jerk myself upright, letting out a shout

I know I’ve had another nightmare, without any doubt

I hear the pitter patter of rain against my window

And see from outside my room, a soft glow

I sense the footsteps nearing my door

I’m relieved to see her once more

Tall slender frame, with hair dark as night

I know she is the source of that very comforting light

She sits right beside me, gently soothing me with her voice

My eyes begin to feel heavy, sleep taking me with no choice

She strokes my hair lovingly, letting my last tear fall

I’m numb to the fear that once was with me, leaving me with none at all

Before my slumber takes me, bringing me into it’s warm embrace

She places a soft kiss above my brow, right upon my face

I close my eyes slowly, knowing it’s okay

Tomorrow I will have a whole lot better day

- NVL

#realityshiftingtools #dr #poetry #shifting #realityshifting #mphfpc #shiftingaffirmations #manifesation #law of assumption

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Mary Who?

Peculiar Reader/Miss Peregrine (Platonic)

A Christmas imagine/fanfiction to celebrate Christmas coming up in a few days! Lots of innocent fluff. I hope it's not too cringy lol.

Warnings: Very subtle implications of neglect

Today everybody was buzzing around the house, excited that it was finally winter. We kept track of the days on a little calendar Miss Peregrine hung in the kitchen. Technically the first day of winter wasn’t for a few weeks, but since it was December, everybody said that it counts anyway. I was embarrassed to find out just how much about the world I didn’t know. I knew about months, just not all of their names, and I had previously noticed the changing weather throughout the year, just not the logistics of it. Living in a poor, neglectful household doesn’t exactly encourage a well-rounded education. Luckily Miss Peregrine was able to privately catch me up, for the most part, so I wouldn’t have to humiliate myself around the others.

It was mid afternoon, just after tea time, and I was sitting in the parlor reading a book I was behind on for one of Miss Peregrine’s book discussions she makes us do, when I heard laughing and the sound of something being dragged across the wood floor. I furrowed my brow and looked up to see Bronwyn dragging a huge fir tree into the house, with a proud Fiona skipping in behind her. My eyes widened in surprise.

“Woah, why are you dragging a tree into the house? Miss Peregrine will have a fit!” I stood up and pointed to the trail of pine needles leading to the still open front door.

“Don’t worry, she knows! We always put up a tree on the first of December. I did a pretty great job on this one, eh Bronwyn?” Fiona asked, face full of pride.

“Sure. It might not fit in the parlor, though. I think it’s going to touch the ceiling!” Bronwyn grunted before sighing in relief as she let the tree fall to the floor.

“I don’t understand. Why would we have a tree in the house? It’ll die and drop needles everywhere,” I thought out loud, puzzled.

“It’s December silly. There’s only twenty-four more days until Christmas! Merry Christmas!” Fiona yells, clearly very excited about the thought of it. My face scrunches up with confusion.

“Who’s Mary…Chris…mass?” I attempted to repeat the word Fiona had just said. She laughed and shook her head at me.

“Nice one, Y/N,” she giggled. I laughed with her, realizing this was probably another obvious thing about life I failed to learn.

“Help us decorate the tree. It’ll be fun!” Fiona practically shouted. I wasn’t exactly sure why or how you would even decorate a tree, much less bring it inside.

“Sure! Just give me a minute…” I trailed off before leaving the room and running up the stairs to Miss Peregrine’s study. I would ask her who Mary was, since she knows absolutely everything. I stopped outside her door and paused before knocking lightly. I heard a quiet “come in!” from behind the door, then entered the room. I walked in to find Miss Peregrine sitting behind her desk looking frustrated with whatever she was working on. Her fingers rubbed her temples while her hair looked slightly disheveled. I suddenly felt like this may not be a good time to ask her about this mystery person.

“Hi, Miss Peregrine!” I greeted her with the most cheery voice I could muster, hoping to put her mind at ease. She leaned back in her chair and smiled at me.

“Hello, Miss Y/N. You seem rather cheerful this afternoon.”

“Well, yes it is a beautiful day, Miss P.” I gestured to the window, the sun streaming through it creating a nice, natural light.

“Yes…it’s always a nice day?” She half asked, looking a bit perplexed. She of course was referring to the fact that it was always warm and sunny in our loop. That much I knew.

I nodded my head at her, the same, probably slightly unnerving, smile on my face and my hands clasped behind my back. She let out a light giggle at my strange behavior.

“Is there something you need, Y/N?” she asked after a moment.

“Oh, yes Miss P. I was only wondering who Mary is,” I asked her before plopping down in the chair across from her. She furrowed her brow at me and thought for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I think I will need more context.” She looked at me with confusion.

“Well I saw Bronwyn carrying a tree into the parlor and Fiona kept talking about somebody named Mary…Chris-Mass?” I was pretty sure I wasn’t saying her last name correctly. A big smile covered her face and it was clear she was holding back a laugh by the way her shoulders shook.

“Yes, Y/N, what she was referring to was the winter holiday, Christmas,” she said knowingly, “you remember when we talked about holidays, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! I do, I just don’t remember talking about…Christ…mas?” I paused before attempting to pronounce Christmas.

“I’m afraid I may have forgotten to actually go through them all with you. Christmas is a wonderful holiday, known to many religions as the celebration of the birth of Christ,” she explained.

“Oh. Well, what does that have to do with bringing a huge tree inside?” I asked, still confused.

“That is an age-old tradition, usually observed by normals. But a few of the children loved the idea so we started to recognize it ourselves. You bring a fir tree inside your house and then decorate it with all kinds of colorful ornaments.”

“But…why?” I still didn’t quite get it.

“It connects to another tradition practiced by normals. There’s a large man dressed in red who uses a sleigh driven by reindeer to deliver presents to all the children of the world. He supposedly puts them underneath the fir tree. It is just a fable that is decidedly untrue, but still a fun thing to think about, isn’t it? His name is Santa Claus. It’s usually something parents do for their children to make the season even more magical,” she clarified. I laughed slightly at her description of this strange person. And also the thought of anyone’s parents making up something so silly.

“Hm that’s so weird! He breaks into people’s houses,” I giggled. She grinned and nodded her head.

“Well, yes, I suppose you could think of it that way. We do usually give each other gifts on the twenty fifth for Christmas, but I think Santa Claus is just a bit much.”

I nodded in agreement. We sat in a comfortable silence for a minute or two.

“Why don’t you go back downstairs and help the others decorate the tree. It’s more fun than it sounds, I promise!” Miss Peregrine suggested.

“Okay. Thanks, Miss Peregrine!” I exclaimed before I got up from the chair and raced back down to the parlor.

She shook her head endearingly, and continued her work with a huge grin on her face.

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It was almost Christmas which meant I only had two more days to come up with a gift for Miss Peregrine. I already had gifts together for everyone else, but was struggling to think of something for Miss P. I was sitting at the desk in my room, staring at the blank piece of parchment in front of me. It was meant to be full of present ideas, but remained empty. I tapped my pencil against my chin, beginning to lose complete focus. I looked around my room, desperate for inspiration. All I saw was the framed pressed flowers and art on my walls. I perked up abruptly. I finally had an idea.

It was Christmas Eve and everyone was getting ready for bed, excited for Christmas to come. I clutched the sloppily wrapped box to my chest and tip toed down the hallway to Miss Peregrine’s room. I wanted to give the gift to her away from everyone else in case she hated it or it wasn’t as good as I thought. I knocked on the door, and heard shuffling footsteps a moment after. She opened the door a few seconds later. She was wearing a robe over her nightgown and her raven hair was thrown in a loose braid that reached just above her waist.

“Hello, Y/N. Is something the matter?” She asked, looking worried.

“Oh, no, everything is fine! I just wanted to give you this really quick.” I abruptly handed her the box. “Goodnight!” I whisper-yelled so as to not disturb the others. I walked fast to my room down the hallway, leaving Miss Peregrine standing in her doorway with an amused look on her face. It was very obvious I had no idea how this whole “gift-giving” thing worked.

The next day, everyone awoke early, running downstairs to sit in the parlor to begin exchanging gifts. Miss Peregrine stood at the doorway of her study, waiting for her horde of children to run by before descending the stairs herself, leaving the study door half open. I caught a glance of the gift I gave her hanging up in the study just behind her desk. It was a watercolor painting of a peregrine falcon sitting on a girl’s shoulder. It was a picture of all of us children with our backs facing whoever looked at it. I was in the middle and the falcon sat peacefully on my shoulder, only the falcon was facing the opposite direction. Its facial expression dared anyone to come near. It was a symbol of our protection. A symbol of Miss Peregrine. It was the closest to a family portrait I ever had. I just recently picked up this new hobby of painting, so I wasn’t sure that I could pull it off. I had to admit that it looked amazing in the beautiful, gold frame Miss Peregrine put it in, to hang above her desk for everyone to look at. After a moment I tore my gaze away from the painting and leapt down the stairs to join the others.

After a successful day of gift giving, we all separated to use or decorate with our new things. I got beautiful pressed flowers from Bronwyn to add to my collection and a lovely blue shawl crocheted by Olive. I was standing on my desk chair, carefully taking down my framed flowers so that I could add the new ones I was given when I heard a knock at my door.

“Come in!” I exclaimed, before sitting on my bed and beginning to remove the glass from the frame. Miss Peregrine walks in the room holding a small, wrapped box.

“Y/N I wanted to thank you for the gift you gave me. It’s absolutely beautiful,” she said smiling.

“Oh, I’m so glad you like it! I’ve never done anything so difficult so I was nervous it wasn’t good,” I told her, somewhat distracted by the task at hand.

“It is breathtaking, Y/N. I had no idea you could paint like that!” Miss Peregrine cried in admiration.

“It’s kind of a newly discovered talent, I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

“Lovely. Well I also wanted to take the opportunity to give you something.” She held out the box. I took it and smiled widely.

“Thank you Miss Peregrine!” I shouted. I hadn’t received many gifts in my life, so getting one from the person I looked up to the most meant the world to me. I could hardly hold back my excitement.

“Shh you’re welcome. Open it!” She hushed, though she was still unable to drop the huge smile on her face. I nodded my head and gingerly began to tear at the wrapping paper to reveal a little black box. I looked up at her with excitement in my eyes. She gestured for me to open the box. I slowly pulled the top off of it to reveal a bronze locket with a raven etched on the front. I gasped and pulled the necklace out of the box. I stared at it in awe while Miss Peregrine sat beside me.

“Here, let me put it on you,” she offered, taking the necklace from me and gesturing for me to turn around. I grinned and pulled my hair to the side while she clasped it behind my neck.

“Wow, it’s amazing!” I admired the locket even more when it was around my neck. Miss Peregrine giggled and put my hair back where it was.

“Yes, it has been with me for many years. It came from a friend of mine before we…lost touch.” She looked down. There was a somber tone in her voice, but I chose not to pry.

“I’m giving this to you because you both share many of the same qualities. To me, this locket represents bravery and strength. Maybe a touch of stubbornness as well.” She chuckled slightly and nudged by shoulder playfully as she mentioned the last part. I smiled and held the locket in my hand.

“Thank you, Miss Peregrine. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” I spoke softly. Leaning my head against her shoulder while she stroked my hair.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Just don’t tell the others I gave it to you. I wouldn’t want to cause a squabble!” She jested.

“Yes, Miss P,” I snickered.

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nadineof30s · 2 years

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Noble Sacrifice

Peculiar Reader/Miss Peregrine

Miss Peregrine asks you for a favor. A big favor.

Warnings: Light angst

Today Miss Peregrine let us all out of classes early. She said something about having a prior commitment that needed tending to. I could tell she looked rather worried. She hadn’t been herself for several days now. Always nervously pacing or peering out the window. Something was definitely the matter, as Miss Peregrine was never out of sorts. Although worried, I decided not to pry and headed outside into the warm, sunny day with the rest of the children.

Some of the younger children decided to go swimming, given the day seemed somehow warmer than usual.

“Oh, Y/N, will you please make waves for us again? It was so much fun last time!” Claire exclaimed, having waded into the ocean far enough that the water had reached up to her waist, Fiona not far behind. I often did this for them when they would go swimming. My peculiar abilities had for so long been regarded in a negative way. Something I should bury deep down inside of me, locked away never to see the light of day again. Using them to bring joy to children who I now consider my family always makes me feel warm and joyful inside. It made me happy to feel included, wanted, so I happily obliged. I gave them both a smile and nodded my head enthusiastically. I was rewarded with big smiles from both girls. I raised my hands and felt the connection between me and the open sea grow stronger. With subtle movements of my fingers and wrists, the water bent and shaped to my will, creating just enough movement to give them their fun. Fiona and Claire shrieked as their hair quickly became soaked and salt water ended up in their faces. They played like this for a while, having swam far enough out that I could just see their heads bobbing up and down with the waves, faces plastered with wide smiles. I giggled as I watched them splash each other and laugh as they took turns being “it” in a rowdy game of tag. Although I technically only have one peculiar talent, it sometimes feels as though I have four separate ones. An “elemental” all the other peculiars called me. I have always been most comfortable manipulating water and am now proficient with fire, thanks to Emma’s help. Controlling air and plants still seemed to be my struggle, for whatever reason. I was so deep in thought I hadn’t noticed the ymbryne standing right behind me. Miss Peregrine lightly put a hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned around abruptly, letting the waves crash down and return to the slow, serene ripples they were before. Ignoring the protests from both Fiona and Claire, I gave Miss Peregrine my full attention.

“Y/N, could I please speak to you in my office for a moment?” She asked, with the concerned look that hasn’t left her face for several days. I nodded my head and followed her back to the house.

She sat down in the chair behind her desk, motioning for me to sit across from her. I do so and she pulled out her pipe from a desk drawer. I reached over and lit it for her with my pointer finger. She took a few nervous puffs and then began to speak.

“Y/N, I need to speak with you about something. Something I don’t want the other children to know about just yet.”

“Okay, what is that, Miss Peregrine?” I asked, hoping to get answers to explain my ymbryne’s strange behavior. She looked at me with something that almost resembled fear. I never thought Miss Peregrine was afraid of anything.

“Do you remember me telling you about the Wights and Mr. Barron?” She paused and I gave her a slow nod.

“Well, I’ve just gotten word that he’s been raiding loops, looking for ymbrynes and peculiar children. Miss Avocet’s loop was attacked just last night,” she said. I looked down, knowing she meant we could be next.

“Oh-” I began, wringing my hands nervously, “what are we going to do, Miss Peregrine?”

“I haven’t figured that out quite yet, Y/N, however, a few of the other ymbrynes have agreed that you might make a valuable asset in fending him and his friends off. That is, until we can get in touch with Abe Portman’s grandson,” she stated, looking rather guilty. It felt as though a giant boulder had been dropped on my chest. I knew I could never live up to the legacy that was Abe Portman, much less defeat a bunch of wights and huge, dangerous monsters that were invisible to most of us.

“But, Miss Peregrine, I can’t do what he could! I haven’t even mastered my own abilities yet,” I paused, thinking back to what Miss Peregrine first told me when I arrived in Cairnholm. “Besides, you promised I would be safe here. I can’t help but feel as though I’m being sacrificed as a means to an end!” I started to raise my voice a little, feeling a little betrayed at the thought of being used. She shook her head and looked me dead in the eyes, an apology written all over her face.

“Now, Y/N, you know I would never do that to you. You are just as much a part of this family as anyone else. You just happen to be the most powerful peculiar anyone has seen in a long time. I’ve tried to find other ways to defeat Baron, I promise you,” she stopped when I shook my head at her, tears welling up in my eyes.

“No, I trusted you. I trusted you to keep me safe and now I’m being used as bait!” I jumped up from my chair abruptly.

“Please don’t raise your voice, Y/N, and listen to me,” Miss Peregrine pleaded, but I was already halfway out the door. I ran across the hallway to my bedroom and shut the door. I pulled the suitcase out from under my bed and started throwing anything I could find into it. My vision blinded with tears, I leaned against my bed and eventually fell into it, letting the tears fall down my face in silence as I stared up at the ceiling. A part of me knew this was all too good to be true. I never had siblings nor any strong parental figures to look up to. The thought of having all of that here in Cairnholm seemed like nothing more than a vivid dream. A fantasy that was beginning to come crashing down right before my eyes. I sat up and wiped my face. Deep down I knew that Miss Peregrine was right. I was so overwhelmed with feelings of betrayal that I became deaf to the voice of reason inside my head. Just as I was about to continue messily throwing things into my suitcase, I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Please, Y/N, may I come in?” Miss Peregrine pleaded from the other side of the door. I paused for a second before getting up and throwing open the door. I put the most neutral look on my face that I possibly could, but there was no hiding the fire growing behind my eyes as sadness quickly became anger. Miss Peregrine gingerly stepped into my room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. She paused at the sight of my half packed suitcase on the floor, a hurt look in her eyes. She eventually looked forward and maneuvered around it carefully. She then lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed. She sighed and looked down at her hands resting on her lap.

“Y/N, please sit with me while I explain.”

I dragged the desk chair closer to the bed to sit across from her, then took a seat. I crossed my arms in what I felt was a silent act of defiance.

“I know how this must look. I understand you might feel betrayed, but please listen to me. I would never put you in a situation that I thought you couldn’t handle. You are so much stronger than you realize and I truly believe in you. I resisted telling you about this for almost a week. If anything ever happened to you or the others I-” she stopped, eyes becoming glassy. She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and dabbed under her eyes lightly. I felt a pang of guilt wash over me as I realized I had been taking out my anger on the wrong person. I softened my expression and lowered my arms down by my sides. I stared at the floor for a few seconds before slowly standing up. I took a few steps until I reached the bed, and then sat next to Miss Peregrine, dangling my legs off the side. I avoided her gaze at first, trying to come up with something to say. I remembered one of the “life lessons” she taught me about accountability. After some contemplation, apologizing seemed like the only right thing to do.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I just felt like maybe I was being used as the ‘disposable one’ to save the others,” I trailed off, almost in a whisper. She looked over at me, her makeup slightly smeared, and gave me a weak smile.

“Of course not. You being one of my first children as a brand new ymbryne gives you a special place in my heart, no matter what. I care for you every bit as much as the other children,” she said sweetly. My tears starting to come back, I nodded and leaned against her shoulder, letting her wrap her arm around my side.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, sweetheart. Just know that no matter what, you’ll always have me, all of us, by your side,” she whispered into my hair. I nodded my head yet again and closed my eyes, beginning to feel safe and secure once more.

“I’ll do it, Miss Peregrine. I would do anything for my family.”

She smiled widely, letting a single tear fall from her eye.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” she spoke softly.

She moved her thumb up and down my arm in slow, calming motions. We sat in silence for a while, holding on for dear life as if Mr. Baron and his friends would come to take us away at any moment.

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Facing Demons

Peculiar reader/Miss Peregrine

This is my very first fanfic/imagine probably ever! I love the platonic Miss Peregrine/reader trope, so of course that's what I wrote. Please be kind and let me know what you think. :)

Warnings: implied neglect and abuse, angst

I had been living in Cairnholm for several months. I was one of Miss Peregrine’s first wards. She rescued me from the hell that was my childhood home. Always dark and cold, I hardly ever saw the light of day. My parents didn’t take my peculiarity well. Particularly my father since my mother died when I was young. After I accidentally set a few things on fire or flooded the house once or twice, he assumed I was a dangerous monster and punished me for it. I am a rare type of peculiar that has the ability to control the elements. I to this day have still not mastered the gift. My father used it as an excuse to lock me away and pretend I didn’t exist. Miss Peregrine found me wandering the forest by my house after I had eventually managed to escape. I was terrified to follow a woman who was a complete stranger, and a bit strange to me. She knew I ran away from home, but I still hadn’t told her the extent of the horrors I went through while living there. She still accepted me and to this day treats me like family.

I opened my eyes, finding myself in bed. I peeked out the window next to my bed and saw that it was still quite dark outside, rain pelting the window loudly. Knowing the loop fairly well by now, I knew that it was still early morning. It rains hard every morning for an hour or two. I managed to get a few hours of sleep last night, which is better than normal. Despite being safe here, I still felt uneasy. After spending much of my life in fight or flight mode, I’m finding that old habits do indeed die hard. I finally decided to get out of bed and get dressed. I descended the long, elegant stairway to find Miss Peregrine standing in the kitchen with a cup of tea. She turned to look at me.

“Well good morning, Y/N,” she said softly with a smile. I rubbed my eyes and smiled back at her.

“Good morning, Miss P. How are you always up so early?” I asked with a yawn. She laughed lightly.

“I enjoy being up early. It’s peaceful. Why are you up at this time? I usually don’t see you for…” she paused to point to her watch, “another 2 hours and 23 minutes, my dear,” she stated, lowering her arm and taking a sip of her tea. I shrugged my shoulders as nonchalantly as I can.

“Just couldn’t sleep, I suppose.”

She motioned for me to sit at the table while she quickly fixed a cup of tea for me. I gratefully accepted the hot drink and cupped it in my hands, letting the warmth spread throughout my entire body. She sat down next to me and folded her hands on the table.

“Y/N, this is the third time this week you’ve mentioned not sleeping well. Is everything alright?” she questioned knowingly. I was a bit taken aback by her question. I thought I was hiding it a lot better.

“Well, maybe not three nights per say, just here and there,” I spat out, unconvincingly. She raised an eyebrow, clearly catching on to the fact that I was lying to her.

“And then last week I believe most days you were looking rather tired. Is there something wrong?” she pried a little further. I shook my head, maybe a little too quickly.

“Nope-”

“No,” she corrected. I often forget that she’s also technically our teacher.

“No, Miss Peregrine, nothing is wrong. I’m just still getting used to living here. It’s definitely a lot nicer than anything I could’ve ever imagined,” I assured her with a smile. She nodded her head after a moment. Not quite accepting my poor excuse, but also not wanting to push any further.

“Alright well I think you should try to get a bit more sleep before the others wake up.”

I nodded my head and stood up. She gave me a smile before I went back upstairs to my bedroom, having no hope of getting any more sleep.

Later that afternoon, I was sitting by the shore with Emma and Fiona a ways behind Miss Peregrine’s lavish house. The sun was out and shining brightly, the storm from earlier in the morning long forgotten. The waves were small, yet still relaxing as we watched from afar. Little Fiona let out a bored sigh before turning to the rest of us.

“I sure am bored. What should we do?” Fiona had only just arrived about a month prior. It didn't seem to take long for any of us to get used to the loop and feel a little stuck.

“I don’t know. What do you feel like doing, Fiona?” Emma asked. Fiona shrugged her shoulders dramatically.

“I’m not sure. Sometimes I miss home,” Fiona replied thoughtfully. The response sounded strange to me. I couldn’t ever imagine missing the place I was in before. I couldn’t even bring myself to call it home. Emma smiled at Fiona.

“We are home, silly.”

“Yeah but I mean home from before…” Fiona paused for a second, “where me and my mommy lived,” she whispered, a sad look in her eyes. Emma told me a while ago that Fiona was rescued by Miss Peregrine from London before it could be devastated by bombs dropped during World War II. Her mother did not survive, which she was painfully aware of. Emma scooted closer to Fiona, pulling the young girl to her side in a soft embrace.

“Your mom sounds like she was wonderful,” Emma murmured into Fiona’s hair. Fiona sniffled and nodded her head.

“Yeah she was really nice. We did lots of stuff together,” Fiona said, smiling at the memory of her lost mother. I had to look away to prevent the tears welling up in my eyes from falling. I of course have empathy for Fiona. The tragedy of losing her mother at such a young age to war was terrible. Selfishly another part of me was jealous and felt loss. Since my mother died when I was very young, I had no idea what she was like. I was left with nobody but my cruel, usually drunk, father. I didn’t really notice my peculiarity until long after my mother died.

I waited a few minutes in silence, then stood up. Fiona and Emma looked at me questioningly.

“I’m going back to the house. I’m feeling a little tired today,” I explained quickly, earning nods from both of them. I turned and walked back home, feeling empty inside.

I had been laying in bed for a while when I hear a soft knock at my bedroom door. I quickly wiped my face, trying to hide the almost dry tears staining my cheeks. I turned to face the wall just as the door was opening. I didn't look to see who was standing in my doorway.

“Y/N, it’s nearly 5:00! Are you coming downstairs to help set the table?” Miss Peregrine asked. I took a deep breath before answering.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be coming to dinner tonight. I’m not feeling well,” I responded, my voice wavering slightly. I silently cursed at myself for breaking down in front of Miss Peregrine. She closed the door, then the sound of her heels clicking against the wood floor reached my ears. She approached my bed where I lay motionless. I could feel her presence as she stopped and stood several feet behind me, my back facing her.

“May I sit?” she asked softly. I slowly sat up, hugging my knees to my chest and nodded my head. She removed her shoes then lowered herself next to me. She looked at me with kind eyes and placed an arm around my shoulders. That’s when I lost it. Everything I had been internalizing the past several months, or even years, started spilling out of me in a fit of tears and not-so-quiet sobs. She pulled me closer and placed my head on her shoulder, her chin resting on top of my head. I wrapped my arms around her torso and let everything out.

“Shh it’s alright, dear,” she cooed, stroking my hair softly. After what felt like an eternity, I finally ran out of tears. We sat in silence for a few moments before Miss Peregrine spoke.

“I know your past hasn’t been entirely pleasant. You can talk about it, if you want,” Miss Peregrine offered. I looked up at her with bewilderment.

“But…how did you know?” I sputtered. I had been lying to her this entire time, so I was a little shocked to find out that she knew the truth all along.

“I can tell. The surprise on your face when you’re shown kindness, the way you flinch if I move too fast…” she trailed off, looking at me with sympathy in her eyes. I fidgeted with my hands and looked down at them.

“I also know that’s why you haven’t been sleeping. I suspect you were never given a proper time or place to sleep. Is that right?” I looked up at her, eyes wide. She smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. Just know that I will always be here for you. I want you to feel like you can come to me. After all, we’re family now,” she said, smile widening. I smiled back at her and leaned my head against her shoulder once more.

“Thank you, Miss Peregrine,” I sniffled.

“Of course, darling. Now, will you come with me downstairs to have dinner?” I beamed up at her and nodded my head, the sadness that overtook me a short while ago now gone. I knew that I had the best ymbryne I could’ve ever asked for. I was finally home.

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