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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 1 year

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My Little Love- Miss Peregrine

Context: Miss Peregrine has just given birth to beautiful little girl, this is just a little snapshot from their first moments together.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this little moment, don’t question how Miss Peregrine got pregnant just enjoy the cute moment.

Warning(s): None

A great happiness had flooded over the Children's Home on Cairnholm Island in Wales. The year was 2001 in the present but still it remained forever the year 1940 in the loop of the island and a beautiful miracle had just occurred.

In the early hours of the afternoon, at precisely 1:13pm, the happy and healthy cries of a new born erupted in the bedroom of the Headmistress of the home, Alma LeFay Peregrine had given birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Miss Peregrine had gone into labour in the morning and with a house filled with children, to say that the ymbryne quickly became hysterical was understatement. The baby was two weeks early, sending everyone who occupied the house into a state of panic.

Everything had been planned accordingly for in two weeks time and Miss Cuckoo and Miss Sparrow had graciously agreed to come and help for a few days when the baby did finally arrive.

Of course it was partially Alma's fault that she had gotten into that position, as she should have known that babies weren't ruled by the concept of time but in the end her Ymrbrynic mind and pregnancy brain had made her completely look over that point.

But it didn't matter now, not now that Alma was sitting upright in bed cradling her baby against her chest, enjoying the skin to skin contact as her little girl began to familiarise herself with the world around her and the woman who carried her.

Miss Peregrine had accomplished many things in her long life and seen many a miracle but nothing could or would ever compare to the little bundle of joy she had created. It shocking, how after all this time of caring for her own wards, that she could feel a different type of love at all.

Her wards had been her life, her sole purpose for existing and they still were but now being the sole protector of such a small life who's blood was so similar to her own, Alma's maternal instincts and already large heart had expanded to lengths she'd never thought possible before.

As the baby slept fast asleep in her arms all Alma could do was was admire the life she had created. It had been nine months of waiting, nine months of worrying and nine months of hoping.

The worrying had been the hardest part, Alma could live with the morning sickness, back aches and sleepless nights but throughout her pregnancy worry had been the thing to make her cry and reach an almost breaking point.

Such a thing should never have been possible, it had been the second most frightening moment of her life when she'd found out the reasons for sudden illness, though she'd never discussed what had lead to such a miraculous conception, as she didn't believe in 'discussing unpleasant matters' (A/N take that line however you will, there's no hidden meaning behind it.)

She still had no explanation as to how the pregnancy had even been able to develop, time loops prevented aging and as such she should never have even known she'd conceived but it seemed the world had other plans for the Ymbryne.

Yet, when a gurgling noise broke Alma out of her thoughts and she looked down to see how her baby smiled and blew little bubbles, she knew she didn't need to know how it had happened, not when the result was now the most precious thing in her life.

"Miss Peregrine," A voice called out and the headmistresses head whipped up to see who had spoken, at first Alma's heart rate had doubled and she'd turned her head frantically to the door, to see who stood there, a new type of panic overwhelming her body.

"Oh Miss Bloom, it's only you," Alma spoke taking a deep breath in to settle her nerves, before her daughter gently as the little girl had began to cry from both the new voice and her mother's sudden movements.

"I'm so sorry Miss P, I hope I didn't scare you both," Emma whispered guiltily as she stepped into the room, her head now banging low and her hands fidgeting.

"It's quite alright Emma, no harm done," Alma responded kindly once she'd been able to settle the baby. "What is you needed?" She then asked the blood girl who stood at the foot of her bed.

"Oh we were just wondering how you were both doing," Emma began to say, "I know Claire and Bronwyn are quite eager to meet the littlest peculiar and us older ones were wondering if you'd want anything to eat or drink."

“I’m alright Emma, thank you,” Miss Peregrine said to young blonde who began to walk round to her Headmistresses side.

“She’s so beautiful,” Emma commented in a hushed whisper, “and look she’s got your eyes,” she then said excitedly as the little had opened her eyes ever so slightly, showing off the beautiful blue that lay underneath.

“I suppose she has,” Miss Peregrine whispered giving her daughter a gentle kiss in her forehead and soon after Emma left allowing mother and daughter to have some sleep.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine book #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrines museum of wonders #miss peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrines daughter #alma lefay peregrine #eva green #eva green story

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shobi-enzo · 1 year

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Can someone pls make a fanfiction about this! Thank you!

ok so i was watching this video about a heartwarming moment sick old bat "flies" again and it got me thinking about this idea of alma accidentally broke her wing when she was flying. Because of her broken wing/injuries, let's say she couldn't turn back into her human form (cuz why not). While recovering y/n had to carry her around the loop like this

y/n and the kids had to take turns take turns taking care of her until alma gets better.

#mphfpc #alma lefay peregrine #alma peregrine #fluff #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #y/n being y/n #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x y/n

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evil-feather · 1 year

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I originally posted this on my Instagram spam but I thought it was too funny, not to share it here, so...😂

If Book Alma were a cat...

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #miss peregrine #miss p #ymbryne #alma lefay peregrine #ymbrynes #meme #cat meme #just the entire picture #and the way the cats eyes just fit so perfectly to how i imagine alma to look annoyed at people #a typical #i dont get paid enough for this #lmaoo #and then the tiny glasses #i can't get it out of my head

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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An especial case (Alma x Fem!Reader)

"You're not walking into the house like this"

You looked down at your bare, muddy feet and wiggled your toes a little. The skirt of your dress was also a muddy mess and the dirt was concentrated in two large circular stains from spending so much time on your knees. You still believed it was unfair to be treated that way.

"Aww but Miss P-"

"no buts"

"But it's time for dinner" you pouted

"You should have thought about it before getting dirty like this" the older woman crossed her arms "you're not going to enter my house like that"

"It's our house" you said in a low voice "besides, you get upset if I don't come to dinner, but you don't let me in either. What do you want from me, woman?!"

You watched as Alma tried to hide the birth of a smile and looked up at the sky with feigned exasperation. You knew the ymbryne had a soft spot for you, especially when you acted so childish.

"You are by far the most difficult girl I have ever had in my care" she told you

"But I'm a big girl" you said, making the most convincing puppy face you could.

It worked, because Alma's cheeks tinged slightly pink, although she tried to hide it by turning her head to avoid looking directly at you. Damn your doll face and damn her guts for reacting immediately to you.

Alma was not one to deny her feelings, and she had long since accepted that you held a special place in her heart, although she usually managed to banish those thoughts to the back of her mind.

But then there were times like this when you were so damn cute and she wanted nothing more than to kiss you. An inappropriate thought that no ymbryne should have of any of her children.

Well, technically, you weren't a child, but you were still under her care, so there was a certain line she couldn't bring herself to cross with you, no matter how much she wanted to. For now, she would be content to have you around as an assistant and confidant. It would have to suffice.

"You're not going to leave me without dinner, are you?" you said, snapping her out of her thoughts "it's not my fault that my gift requires me to spend so much time on earth"

"Miss Frauenfeld's is also earth-bound and she doesn't stain half as much as you do, Miss Y/L/N."

"Ah, but Fiona doesn't deal with special missions like me" you said with a mischievous smile

"Is that so?" Alma raised an eyebrow "and what kind of mission did you do today?"

"A very important one! The most important of all!" you said dramatically "it was my duty to find the second most beautiful flower of all"

"second?" she blinked confused, not following your train of thought "and may I ask what for?"

"To give it to the first one, of course" you said

Alma didn’t understand until you revealed what you had behind your back and offered her a small but beautiful white flower. The older woman this time couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks and her hand trembled as she took the gift.

"Oh Y/N" she sighed "what am I going to do with you?"

Despite her fake disapproving tone, she smiled at you, making you feel proud that you had achieved that look on her, the one that was exclusively for you.

"Letting me in for dinner sounds like a viable option to me" you joked lightly, rocking back on your heels.

Alma laughed softly and shook her head affectionately. You were definitely a special case, even among all her peculiar children. And you were definitely going to be a problem for her, but one that she would gladly put up with just to see you for the rest of her days.

"...you have five minutes to clean up. And try not to stain the carpet too much" she told you.

You made a small victorious noise and swung your feet on the porch before rushing past her. The ymbryne watched you disappear up the stairs and closed the door to head into the kitchen.

If the children thought it strange that she had a white flower tangled in her hair, none of them said anything.

#reader insert #x reader #alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine imagine #alma lefay peregrine #Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children #mphfpc x reader #mphfpc imagines #mphfpc #and yes #i recasted Alma

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missperegrinesimp · 10 months

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Hello Everyone!

Hey guys, I'm new here and probably won't post much but I thought I would say if you're interested in any Miss Peregrine fanfics (that are very long-) then check out my Wattpad account Amber_Sweets!

A few things about me:

I'm a lesbian and taken, a major bookworm (obviously) and I do a lot of writing and art! That's pretty much all of the important stuff-

Anyways, thanks for reading,have a lovely day/night <3

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m1lfinghot · 2 years

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Pairings : Alma LeFay Peregrine x Isabel Cuckoo

Summary : Exploring the great deal of admiration she holds for her best friend, Isabel realizes exactly how in love she is.

Warnings : gay, slight internalized homophobia

Word count : 460

Author's note : I am not the proudest of how this turned out but I wrote it in only an hour and that's an achievement for me, I'm working on a much longer Perekoo fic that by now has over 3.3k words, which I hope to complete in the next few months, but for now, enjoy:)!

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Isabel's Realization

Across the dashing fields that surround the academy, a most gorgeous sunset filled the skies with grace and precision. A soft breeze allowing its way through the young students updone curly hair, a must for having supper with the other ymbynes in training, no doubt.

The smell of freshly mown grass, lavender, daffodils and the few poppys that showed themselves at this time of year, hardly compared to the smell of freshly baked goods now amending from the open, modern windows that graced the academy.

Isabel hummed lightly, a bright smile brewing on her face when the few plants that had managed to get under her long skirt lightly caressed her ankles. This was the perfect loop, though not solely thanks to its darling scenery, its inhabitants were the true reason this loop felt like home to so many.

One in specific had managed to clasp Isabel's bright heart in her own, ever so fragile one.

She stood out in the flower covered greenery, in her dark blue uniform and with her long, raven colored hair, she shone brighter than the night sky itself. The white flowers that had been braided through her hair, did their parts as big stars, illuminating the young woman even more.

She sat in a most simplistic manner, though somehow still as elegant as ever, surrounded by the colorful flowers whilst silently reading a book Isabel herself had picked out especially for the gorgeous ravenette.

Her outstanding beauty came as no surprise to the cuckoo, yet it still managed to take away her breath completely, leaving the young girl as no more than a light headed mess and giddy mess each time their hands and eyes found one another.

She knew she shouldn't have felt that way, they were friends, best friends even and nothing could tear them apart and although Isabel considered herself open-minded, an optimist and perhaps a dreamer, she knew nothing could get them as close together as she so dearly desired.

Finally she stopped fiddling with her hands, allowing them to drop at her sides with a deep sigh. The girl before her, so adoring and so adored seemed at peace, something Isabel had to admit was not common for the other.

As cunning, strong and intelligent she may portray herself as, the ravenette was always on edge inside the academy, scared of what or whom may be lurking in the shadows, in response, Isabel had taken it upon herself to show the young ymbryne love and safety.

Perhaps she had taken her act of heroics ever so slightly too far because now, she stood there, a dumb, young student, in love with her very best friend.

But then again, who wouldn't fall head over heels for her, Alma LeFay Peregrine.

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coffeeandbiscuts · 2 years

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a perekoo moment

Isabel: *chilling in the living room while listening to to radio*

Alma: OW

Isabel: *panic* Alma whats wrong? est-ce que tout va bien?

Alma: what is THIS?

Isabel: *looks down to see a bite mark in a clay apple so obviously she begins to laugh*

Alma: what!?

Isabel: *snorts*

Alma: ISABEL EMINE CUCKOO!

Isabel: mon amour… that is one of the children’s art projects! it is not a real apple

Alma: what is it doing on the KITCHEN TABLE THEN!?!

Isabel: its alright, chérie! Come on, i will find the love of my life a real apple

Alma: *blushes* oh..

#perekoo #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine imagine #miss cuckoo #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #Miss peregrine x miss cuckoo #snippit #one shot #character moment

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1donoow · 11 months

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MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.1

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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The letter room [richard alonzo muñoz]

MPHFPC [Alma peregrine][Enoch O'Connor]

encanto [the madrigals][camilo madrigal]

a series of unfortunate events [klaus baudelaire][violet baudelaire]

harry potter [weasley twins][neville longbottom][luna lovegoods]

narnia [Edmund pevensie]

triple frontier [santiago garcia]

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

———THE LETTER ROOM———

richard alonzo muñoz

@marvel-and-mischief - matching pyjamas

——————MPHFPC——————

@dapperappleton - imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop

- imagine taking care of clair and olive

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

Alma peregrine

@vostokovasmelina - sleeping next to alma lefay perigine would include

@multifandomfix - imagine alma loving it when you paint her and the children

@zafirosreverie - an special case

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

Enoch O'Connor

@she-writes-with-kisses - quiet

- space jump

@dapperappleton - imagine being able to create death and dating enoch

@clean-bands-dirty-stories - shirtsleeves

@klineinie - blanketed

@imaginefan - story time

@y2fandom - sending him cute things

@frost-queen - no pain

@maeby-bby - you fluster me

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating enoch would include

————— ENCANTO ——————

madrigal

@cloud-9ine - madrigal reacting to being called their full name

@camilosnovia - there's two of them

- Madrigal Adults reacting to child!reader giving them gifts

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

Camilo madrigal

@sesamestreet47 - camilo w/ a tall s/o

- Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

- friends

@nixthewolf - camilo simping over reader

@radiorenjun - shape-shifting frolics

@madrihoes - camilo nickname

@cloud-9ine - with or without you

@magicalencanto - camilo's s/o having power like pepa

@multificsworld - ___

- Tu Alma Tan Hermosa, Como La Luna

@caramellahoney - future daughter-in-law

- wait no wait-

@luvrcami - camilo headcannon

@bumblesimagines - being friends with camilo

@mihlo - camilo with fem s/o who wears glasses

@dos-oroguitas - angelita

- ay mamacita

— A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS —

klaus Baudelaire

@strangerdangerwrites - incompatible

@a-second-hand-sorrow - goodnight

- Not a problem

@ssadumba55 - not that easy

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violet Baudelaire

@trustsalvatorewriting - dating violet Baudelaire would include

————HARRY POTTER————

@archivesofthevoid - Pulling their hair while making out

- The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class hc

@lithiumfae - sexy habits they have (marauders)

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

weasley twins

@therandomficwriter - The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You

@lilahisntsadanymore - Slytherin sunshine (fred)

@moonlit-imagines - ___

@therandomficwriter - weasley twins with a non ticklish s/o

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

neville longbottom

@hogwartseighthyear - crush

@very-unsirius - blurb

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

luna lovegoods

@iamthemain-character - Falling in Love with Luna Lovegood

@fromforeigntofamiliarity - taming cowardly lions

@sublimecatgalaxy - ___

——————NARNIA——————

Edmund pevensie

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating edmund would include

@wrenwreads - she's enough

- wardrobe malfunctions

@witchthewriter - being king edmund's wife would include

@pariahsparadise - warm pt.2

———TRIPLE FRONTIER ———

@violentdelightsandviolentends - tethered ♡

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santiago garcia

@stormkobra-5 - ___♡

#masterlist #mix fandom rec #richard alonzo muñoz x reader #alma peregrine x reader #enoch o'connor x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #klaus baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbotton x reader #luna lovegoods x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #santiago garcia x reader

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peach-and-bugs · 1 year

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🪶Alma LeFay Peregrine SFW Alphabet🪶

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: very mind angst but nothing serious

Word Count: 3,185

A/N: well, it's been a minute. I'll be honest, I haven't been writing much, but I want to. so I thought I'd fill out some safe-for-work alphabets as well as some NSFW alphabets and honestly, it's pretty fun! it's helped me to characterize some of the characters I work with to my liking and even inspires some longer fic ideas.

but here we have Alma, who's actually been my number-one comfort character for a while now. I'm surprised I haven't written for her yet. but now I've got some ideas based on this, so we'll see what comes of it! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🪶

Alma LeFay Peregrine Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alma isn't the most visibly affectionate, but that doesn't mean that she isn’t affectionate. She’s just more subtle about it. She doesn’t do anything very visible in front of the children, not because she’s ashamed of you or your relationship, but rather because she doesn’t want to deal with all of the giggling, gossip, and dramatics that’s sure to follow whenever the little ones see any form of PDA. And the children are well aware of your relationship status and view you as a second parental figure. Alma prefers to take your hand on walks and lean against your shoulder, kiss your knuckles or your cheek when the children and spend quality time together cooking dinner.

But when you get your alone time, she’s all over you. Quality time and physical touch are her preferred ways of feeling loved by you. If she’s reading with you in bed, she’d going to be leaning against you and she’d be quite clingy in her sleep.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You’d initially be colleges, but you were also former students at the academy together. You probably weren't friends in your younger years, but you definitely knew each other well enough and got along amicably. When you were sent to assist in Alma’s loop, she would have had some trouble adjusting as the implication she needed help would be mildly insulting, but eventually, you grew on her and she’d come to enjoy your company, even seeking it out when she got a moment to herself while the children where occupied.

Your friendship again would be quiet, starting as simply enjoying being in the same space as one another, but it would slowly turn into a conversation, which blooms into a warm friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Alma is quite touchy when you're alone. She loved curling up in bed with you after a long day of caring for the kids, and she’s quite fond of skin-to-skin contact. I imagine she also gets cold easily and loves curling up under thick blankets with her partner to keep warm. But don’t let the children see- they wouldn’t be able to stop talking about seeing their headmistress so soft for weeks!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alma is quite fond of domesticity, given that her job is being a caregiver and raising the “young” of her species. She loves cooking and often makes quite extravagant meals, but isn’t the fondest of cleaning. But that’s alright! She can always ask you or one of the children to do that if she feels inclined. She loves her duties, but still values the time to herself to read the mail or catch up on a new book when she can.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Alma would already be so particular about her partner, it’s hard to imagine she’d start a relationship with someone who she could see herself breaking up with. I think the only instance would be to protect you and/or her children. If she knows something is on its way to harm you, and sending you away is the only thing that will keep you safe, she knows breaking things off will be the only way you’ll leave the island.

She’d be gentle, but firm, and oh how it would hurt. It would hurt her the entire time, but she wouldn’t show it. Not till she knows you’re gone and she’s out of sight of prying eyes.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

I don't think a formal ceremony or any kind of paperwork would be necessary as long as you promise that she’s yours and you're hers. I think she’d like a ring, but again, it wouldn’t be a priority. It would take some time though before she got to that point.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day she just started calling you her wife/husband/spouse without any kind of forewarning, as though that’s how she’d always referred to you. When asked why she’d shrug and just say that it felt right and she liked it

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite her rather quick, birdlike mannerisms, Alma is incredibly gentle, mostly because she works with children, but also because she cares. Gentleness is quite surprising, but the tenderness that comes with it is perfect. She holds you like your glass that will shatter at her touch, and you often have to remind her that you won’t break.

Emotionally, Alma puts up a good front, and for the most part, she’s quite tolerant. It takes a lot to hurt Alma, but when she is hurt, the recovery takes time. In that instant, she shuts down and throws herself into her work, ignoring any and all things that have wounded her.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs from her children, especially when the little ones wrap their arms wound her knees and squeeze as hard as they can. But her hugs with her kids and with you are two very different things. Hugs with the kids are soft and fun, often lifts them off the ground to make them laugh as much as she can.

But with you, hugs can be rarer and when you get one, they’re consuming and holding like she’s trying to make sure you’re all there. Often you have to squeeze her tighter, making sure she knows she’s got you and you aren't going to disappear from between her hands. You've found that resting your head on her shoulder and kissing her neck help relax her once more when she gets this way.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Much like when she starts calling you her wife/husband/spouse, it's offhand and without warning, like she hasn’t thought about it. She doesn’t vocalize this kind of affection often, preferring to show rather than tell. But it’s so nice when she does say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Alma doesn't think she’s the jealous type, because what does she have to be jealous about? She’s confident in her relationship and your loyalty to one another, after all. (right?) the Ymbryne would never admit it, not even to herself, but she is definitely the jealous type. Not because she thinks you’ll leave her for someone else, but because she worries she doesn’t give you as much as you deserve, and maybe she’d keeping you from someone who can do better than she can.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Besides your lips, because we know she loves those, Alma loves kissing your forehead/hairline, your palm, and knuckles as well as your jaw, but that’s only when she knows no one’s looking.

On her, she loves when you give her quick kisses on the cheek before running off with the children, though she won't let you know that. But she also adores it when you kiss her fingertips and her collarbones during more intimate settings. She also loves when you kiss the bridge of her nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Obviously, she’s good with kids. That’s her whole job after all. She’s rather strict, but she’s got that warm and soft part of her that’s actually quite closer to the surface than you might imagine. She keeps every little drawing or gift that the children give her, tucked away in your bedroom for safekeeping.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Alma’s definitely the early bird, which you love to tease her about. But when she has the time she loves staying in bed, wrapped up in warm sheets with you. She loves the sleepy look on your face when you wake up to her staring, again. And she loves it when you absently stretch out as you wake up, but cling to her skin. Lazy mornings, though thin and far between, are some of the most treasured memories that she has with you

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Alma loves ending her evenings with a nice warm bath (sometimes together), a cup of tea, and reading a good book. Sometimes, she reads out loud to you, mostly when either of you can't sleep. She often falls asleep after you. She likes watching your slow breathing for a moment before also nodding off.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Like most other interactions, Alma reveals facts about herself seemingly out of nowhere, though it's still at relevant times. To you, it's a surprise, but to her, she’s been thinking about telling you and now just feels like the right time. At some point, you get used to her intermittent fun facts popping up in conversation, but it's quite a shock at first.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s built up a really good tolerance for most things since she’s a mother, so she doesn't get mad very often. But she can get annoyed, which might as well be just as bad. You used to annoy her quite often when you first were getting to know each other (in reality she was growing to like you and she panicked, which caused her to purposely avoid you, which is something she also does when she’s annoyed, but she won't tell you that).

Over time she’s gotten much better at communication and telling her how you feel if she happens to get irritated with something. She’s quite surprised when you work to accommodate these feelings, which you tell her she shouldn't be, since that’s your job as partners, and you do the same with her if you're the one annoyed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Alma remembers absolutely everything you tell her. She even goes as far as to write it all down in her diary. With every day being the same, any new bit of information is worth holding onto.

She left her diary open to a page dedicated to little tidbits all about you out on her stationary once when you were tidying her room (before you were officially anything) and when she walked in the room and caught you reading you were both quite embarrassed for different reasons. You thought she would be upset with you invading her privacy and reading the book, which you profusely apologized for, but she was worried you'd find it strange she had been writing down nearly everything she’d learned about you in the first place. She relaxed significantly when you sheepishly admitted you found it quite flattering.

Sometimes before bed, Alma reads through her diary. Not to remember or memorize, necessarily, but more to mull over the past and think of how much everyone in her little family has grown.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Alma’s favorite memory of you diffidently hadn’t been her favorite at the moment, but she’d grown exceedingly fond of it nowadays.

It was shortly after you'd moved in, maybe three or four months give or take, and before the loop had been initially set. It was also before you'd really started getting to know one another, so you were still practically strangers. But by then the children already loved you and were all over you practically every hour of the day. Alma always worried you'd have enough of it and snap at one of the younger kids for their clingy behavior, but that never seemed to be the case.

She’d been walking through the house, making sure she had tabs on every child in case of any accident when she passed by the study. She first noticed that the thick velvet curtains had been opened up, letting in a warm afternoon light that basked over the couch. Further inspection found you basking on said couch with a book in hand and three children curled up in your lap. The twins had cuddled up together on the farther and by your feet, while Claire lie across your chest, snoring ever so softly with her head nuzzled right under your chin. As you flipped through your book, your free hand gently stroked through her curly blonde hair. Alma knew the girl loved this kind of tender affection, but she was always afraid that her second mouth would accidentally bite anyone who dare touch her hair, so she ignored the desire. Despite not giving the action your full attention, you were so mindful to keep away from the mouth, which was actively drooling as Claire slept.

It was the tenderness of the scene that made Alma realize her fondness for having you around. And while the admission had been only hers, she panicked, rushing to leave the view behind and busy herself with a new activity to push down whatever the fuzzy feeling in her chest might be.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Your wife is extremely protective of you and your children, just like any Peregrin would be with her nest. She demonstrates this when she leaves with Barron, no questions asked, or when her brothers “come into town”. You constantly scold her for her recklessness, almost calling her eager for danger. She scoffs at the notion, but deep down knows that you are right about it. A part of her craves danger, the thrill of adrenalin, but she tells herself that it's because she’d rather it be her you or the children.

Alma insists that she doesn't need you protecting her, but she does. Not physically, that is, but emotionally. You are her rock, whether she likes it or not, and it's you who will take on the “chore” of caring for her, as she would put it. But you don't mind. You tell her that you'd never mind if it's for her. She does her best to believe you, and over time she does.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Special occasions like date night and anniversaries can be tricky since proper alone time can be challenging, and given the situation of the time loop, there's always the chance of forgetting what day it actually is. But that’s alright with both of you. You've come to enjoy stolen time together rather than grand gestures.

However, if you do have a date night or evening alone, it’s generally thanks to your older kids taking the littles out for an “adventure”. Alma insists that it’s embarrassing, but you've both grown quite fond of your evenings alone. It's definitely helped your relationship in the long run and the kids seem to enjoy going off on their own for a few hours. You like to think it makes them feel grown up for a while.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She tried her best not to have many “bad habits” and if she did have any she wouldn’t admit it, but you know her worst habit is not verbalizing what she wants. She’ll go for a day not asking for a simple thing, then get frustrated when it doesn't happen. You try your best to get her talking, but she insists that she's fine. It could be as simple as wanting a chore done, or bigger, like asking for your presence or attention.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Despite only seeing the same people every day, Alma is very pristine when it comes to her appearance. You joke that it’s the bird part of her, always keen to preen both her hair and feathers. She scoffed at this idea but nevertheless, you insist on your theory. Alma says that she just likes things to be on schedule and the same.

However, she’s willing to let her hair down (literally and metaphorically) with you. She loves it when you help wash her hair or take the pins out for her. The feeling of your nails scratching at her scalp is exacerbating and does something to her every time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. While she has her children, you fill an extra space that she didn’t realize was empty till you filled it. Now, the thought of losing you would eat her alive and she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Similar to when you own a pet, you find feathers stuck almost everywhere. Mostly they’re little fuzzy ones that stick to your clothes or sheets, but sometimes you find them in your hair or sticking out of your pillows. It's not because Alma turns into a bird or anything in her sleep, but sometimes she has leftover baby feathers from when she does transform that she forgets to preen, as she likes to say.

This also sometimes happens when she dreams. She’ll go to sleep featherless, but wake up from a dream with baby feathers sprouting from her hairline and along her shoulder blades. She detests it and generally has a “grumpy morning” as the children like to whisper, but you find it charming and always offer to help her pluck and preen the spots she can't reach.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She can't stand it when the children try asking one parent a question only to ask the other the same thing when they don't get the answer they want. She knows if she tells a child no, they’ll go right to you with no hesitation in hopes of a yes. And it isn’t your fault, but you don't notice this game they play and will give them the answer they want with the right kind of begging. It makes her quite cross to learn that her kids would stoop that low. You all know that you can’t say no to their sweet faces.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Rather than just lying under a blanket, Alma loves to be completely wrapped up in your sheets, almost like a cocoon. The night doesn't start out that way, but when you wake up together you are almost always tangled and covered up, unable to see your room til you find your way out of the nest of blankets youve been stuffed into.

#sfw alphabet #alma lefay peregrine x reader #alma lefay peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #character alphabet #comfort character #headcanon

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Birds Of A Feather - Chapter One (The Bird's Nest)

Summary: Birdie wakes up in another strange place and learns a bit about what brought her there.

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings: None

Birdie woke in a soft, warm bed to a sun dappled afternoon, a stark contrast to the place she’d been before. She was in a room with delicate white lace curtains and spots of sun shone through, warming her face. "Miss Peregrine, she’s awake," a little girl called, jarring Birdie from observing the drastic change in scenery.

"Claire, darling, don’t shout. I’m sure our guest is not quite in tip top condition yet," a woman's voice softly scolded. The sudden yelling had made Birdie's ears ring, but it was far less frightening than the place she had come from. Though, it still unnerved her to be in yet another unfamiliar place. Cautiously sitting up, Birdie once again looked about the room until her eyes landed on the door as the young girl ran out and a woman with perfectly coiffed dark blue hair entered. Birdie shrank back, not sure if she should be considered friend or foe.

"Fear not. I know you’ve had an awfully trying day, but I assure you that you are most safe here," she soothed. While she was still wary, there was something in the woman's voice and pleasant nature that calmed her anxieties. "My name is Alma LeFay Peregrine and when you’re feeling up to it, I’d be happy to give you the grand tour. In the meantime, get as much rest as you feel you need and if you need to find me, I shall always be around, just ask one of the children and they’ll point you in the right direction."

It was all quite a lot to take in, but Birdie did her best to follow along and nod at the right times. "Thank you," she replied, her quiet voice still betraying her uncertainty, which Alma seemed to understand, giving her a sympathetic nod before excusing herself to allow Birdie to rest.

Once the door clicked softly closed behind Alma, Birdie was left alone. She had a lot to think about, but it was all mixed up in her head. What had that man said about her? Something about peculiarity? She couldn’t imagine that there was much of anything special about her at all, let alone peculiar.

Birdie rose from the bed, somewhat surprised that she was so steady on her own two feet. She began to pace the small bedroom, taking in the soft yellows and pale pinks that gave the room its light and safe feeling. While the room was almost certainly meant for a child, Birdie, with her small stature, felt none too cramped within it. Though she did have the sudden keen desire to explore.

Slowly she went to the door and placed her hand on the cool, metal knob, turning gently as if she expected someone to catch her. When she opened the door however, no one stood outside. So, Birdie left the room, wandering aimlessly about the house. It was larger than she had imagined it to be, as she came across room after room and a set of stairs that went both upwards and downwards. She decided to save the upper floor for a later time, should it come, and chose instead to head down a floor.

As she came to the halfway point of the staircase, she heard children's laughter coming from just outside. She could see a couple of shadows pass by the window. She’d reached the main floor then, she realized, coming the rest of the way down the stairs and pausing at the window. It was a bright and sunny day wherever she was, as she’d gathered from the dappled sun that had been coming through the window in the room she’d awoken in.

She smiled out at the children at play. There were many more than she’d expected, though she didn’t bother to count them. Perhaps this place was an orphanage of sorts. Though if that were the case she couldn’t imagine why she’d been brought here. She was no longer a child herself, at twenty one years of age. That’s right, her birthday. She wondered if it was, in fact, still her birthday, or if the day had passed her by.

When she turned from the window she was startled to see the same woman from before quietly lingering behind her. "I didn’t mean to frighten you," she said softly, "but neither did I wish to disturb. I, too, like to watch the children play when I’m able to find the time." She paused a moment to glance at her pocket watch, but then went on, though changing subjects. "Are you ready for that tour," she asked.

"Actually, I rather think I’d like to go outside," Birdie said, in the back of her mind planning an escape should it be needed.

"There’s much to see out there as well," the woman replied. "Follow me." Birdie did as she had so gently instructed and was happy to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin as she stepped out into the light of day. She was shown the gardens and walked around the perimeter of the house, though she hadn’t taken in much of what the woman was telling her. What was her name again? Miss Penny something? Perry? Peregrine. That was it.

"Miss Peregrine," Birdie said suddenly, unsure if she’d interrupted.

"Alma, please. Only the children need call me Miss Peregrine."

"Alma, then," Birdie corrected. "Do you know what happened to me? Why I was kidnapped and how I came to be here?"

"I admit I don’t know every detail, but I may be able to fill in some of the gaps if you’re sure you’re ready to hear it."

"I think I am," Birdie replied.

"Let’s sit," Alma offered as the two of them came into view of a bench. Then she began her tale. "You were taken by what we call wights. Who and what they are isn't important at the moment, all you need to know about them right now is that they are our enemies."

"When you say 'our', what do you mean by that?"

"Peculiars," Alma stated as if it were obvious. "Do you not know of our kind," Alma asked next as she saw the twisted look of confusion cross Birdie's features.

"I’m afraid I don’t. Should I?"

"I suppose not," Alma replied. "You weren’t raised in a loop. Your mother, she never told you about who you are?"

"I never knew my mother. I’ve only seen her in photographs. We have the same bright red hair, and my father always said I was the spitting image of her, but he hardly told me any more about her than that. Was my mother special? Was she peculiar?"

"She was. And I’m sorry to hear that you never knew her. I dread to think what must have befallen her. I know she loved you. I received a letter from her shortly after your birth, telling me about her darling daughter, Bridget, but it was also the last correspondence I ever received from her. I simply thought she had left this life behind as she always wished. Perhaps it’s the reason the wights targeted you. You see, Miss Allen, you are like your mother, and like I myself am, a ymbryne."

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Prologue <- 🩷 -> Chapter Two

#oc: birdie allen #fc: ariana grande #fd: miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #alma peregrine x oc #birdie x alma #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc

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