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[multimilfs]

Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader: Not-Birthday

Summary: Alma Peregrine + 17 — “You did all of this for me?”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this!!

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Warning(s): None

Things are actually going according to plan. 

You’re still waiting for something to fly off the rails, but overwhelmingly, everything has fallen into place; Alma took Olive and the other children into town, leaving you with Emma and Enoch to help.

Every month or so, you’ve started doing a ‘not-birthday’ for one of the children. Alma stopped celebrating their birthdays long ago to keep from reminding them of how time never passes. It’s a sweet thought. You felt that the children never got to be individually special, though, as a result and so; not-birthdays. 

“Miss Y/N, does this look okay?” 

You look up to see the pink paper-letters spelling out ‘Olive’ hanging on the wall next to the staircase. It’s perfectly straight, just the way you wanted it. 

“It looks perfect. What else do we have?” 

“You wanted to make a cake,” Emma says, “but you might not have time. Do we always have to do it in secret?” 

“Yes.” You nod, leaving no room for argument. 

Enoch clears his throat, “If you’re not going to offer me a task, can I at least go to my room?” 

“Enoch, you know Olive better than anyone. I need your eyes.” 

“Olive adores you. She’ll adore anything you put on.” He shakes his head. 

You take one of his hands and squeeze, “Please, Enoch. I want this to be perfect.” 

He sighs. 

“Alright.” He grumbles. 

You grin and squeeze his hands again. Back to the details, you focus on your list, trying to cross-reference what needs finished with how much time you have left. Alma is nothing if not efficient, but she knows the plans, and should take a little extra time. 

The idea of not-birthdays aren’t too far from an actual birthday celebration; which makes Alma twitch. She fears knowing how old they should be will make them itch for freedom from the loop she can’t provide. And while you can agree with that, the point of a not-birthday is that it’s completely random, and you don’t mention age. 

Plus, there were many years Alma didn’t celebrate before you came along. So the children have long lost their sense of time and their own age. 

The older three are always the trickiest to plan for. It is easy enough to get the girls out of the house, but getting Enoch away long enough to plan raised his suspicions. Every year you find yourself jumping through new hoops to surprise him. 

Olive, though, is the simplest. She’s so sweet, she never expects anything for herself; the thought gives you chest pains. Every time she’s just as surprised as before. And though you know she’ll love it no matter what, you strive to make it bigger and better each time. 

“Emma,” You call, making your way into the kitchen after a while, “How is the cake coming along?” 

Emma is leaning against the counter with a book in her hands. She’s flipping through it lazily, pointing at the oven without looking up. You resist the urge to shake your head. 

Cracking it and peering in, it seems the cake is coming along nicely. Emma made quick work of it. Though you do hope it’ll be done before everyone returns, you know it’s unlikely. 

“Miss Y/N.” Enoch calls.

Busying yourself with preparing the cake decorations, “Yes?” 

“They’re back early.” 

You freeze. Next to you, Emma does too. 

The two of you look at one another and then stare at the oven. There’s no way. Even if you had a way to manipulate time, there’s no possibility of finishing it before they come inside. You’re left to rely on your peculiarity. 

“Are you okay with keeping an eye on it?” You ask. 

Emma nods, “Of course. Try and distract them, please.” 

You nod back. With a flutter of your fingertips, Emma is hidden from view, as well as any indication that the oven is on. You race around the house doing the same with all of the decorations. 

By the time you’ve hidden all of the decorations, the front door opens. 

“Miss Y/N, we’re home!” Hugh calls out. 

Coming around the corner, attempting to smooth down your hair, you smile. The children seem none the wiser. Alma’s brow ticks up ever so slightly, a sly little smirk coming to her lips. 

“How was town, my darlings?” You ask. 

Your arms are suddenly full of Claire and Bronwyn. The latter nearly sends you flying backwards. If not for her strong arms holding you in place, you’re certain you’d be in another room. Her sheepish smile tells you she’s aware of that fact too. 

Claire wraps herself around you like she’s trying to become one with you. She’s careful to keep your arms away from her back-mouth. 

“The humans were more subdued today,” Olive says, coming to give you a little side-hug, “It was weird. They were almost… nice.” 

“Odd.” You agree. 

Alma cuts in, “It was likely the early hour. We scarcely visit so early. Shoes off, children.” 

They’re all quick to obey. Both sets of arms unwrap from around your waist as the children line their shoes up near the doorway. Even Millard, who is actually clothed this morning, thank the heavens. 

Alma is at your side. She offers a kiss on your cheek in greeting when she’s sure none of the children are watching. You smile, though you can see that curious smirk still on her face. 

She speaks quietly, “The house is normal.”

“How odd.” You say, giving her a pointed look. 

“Emma is also curiously absent.” 

“Is she?” 

“Darling,” Alma grins, “You went overboard, didn’t you?” 

“No, you just came back too early.” 

Alma shrugs. Her little smirk makes you furious and ravenous in equal measure. She seems to know it, if the twinkle in her eyes means anything. 

The children disperse back to their normal routines while you attempt to subtly continue the not-birthday details. It’s an infuriating game of pretend. Everytime one of the children walks into the room, you have to seem busy with something normal. 

A few of the younger children accept your behavior and go on about their business. The older ones stop and eye you, but ultimately walk off too. You breathe out a sigh each time. 

Three taps on your shoulder startles you from what you’re doing. 

Emma’s voice is in a whisper, “Everything is ready.” 

Making sure nobody is around, you snap, and Emma is fully visible again. She smiles. 

Behind you, a throat clears, and you turn to see Alma leaning against the doorway. The two of you offer smiles. Shaking her head, she turns to head back downstairs, throwing behind her, “I’ll collect the children.” 

And she does. 

The decorations are visible and when you hear the little gasp from the hallway, you know you were successful in surprising them. Olive comes into the kitchen with a look of wonder, eyes widening. 

In the center of the table is a pretty pink cake. It perfectly matches her dress, which is coincidentally her favorite color. 

“Happy not-birthday, Olive.” You smile. 

“You did all of this for me?” She whispers, staring at you with glossy eyes. 

When you nod, she hugs you tight around the middle. You laugh and hug her back. You could do the smallest thing for Olive and you know she’d love it. It makes you feel so warm inside to do something sweet for her, especially when she expects so little. 

She deserves more appreciation and love, they all do. You’ve made it your mission to make sure they get all they deserve. 

You fade into the background as the children bicker and fight over slices of cake. Emma, as always, steps in to mediate; taking the knife and doing her best to cut even slices for all of them. 

Alma discreetly takes your hand in her own. 

“You did well.” 

“Thank you,” You smile, looking into her eyes with your heart brimming with love, “You’re next.”

“Don’t you dare.” Alma shakes her head. 

“Too late, the plans are already in motion,” You sing-song, kissing her when the children aren’t looking, “You’re just along for the ride, Miss Peregrine.” 

She does her best not to smile at your apparent joy. Her unblinking gaze follows your every move, love in them. Her voice drips with sarcasm, “Fantastic.” 

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[zafirosreverie]

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.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey! Do you write for Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar Children??

I love your writing so much💜🙏

Hey hey hey @xx-state-of-mind-xx !! I absolutely will write for Miss Peregrine! Here’s a little blurb for you 😉 Shout out to @devout-cleric who inspired me for this fic 💞 Also, I included a song for you(:

Morning Surprises ~Miss Alma Peregrine xFem Reader

Morning sex with Miss P would include…

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, marking, nipple play, fingering, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your eyes fluttered open, your body still in a fuzzy, sleep state, all warm and cozy in the spread of you and your lovers bed. Your breath hitched slightly as you felt her skilled hands roaming down the front of your body. From your breasts, to your navel, down to your heated core.

“Alma…” you sleepily mewled.

“That’s it, just me, Darling…” she husked und your ear, her bare body on your back.

She then suddenly pinched your nipple, causing you to roll your hips forward and yelp put in pleasurable pain.

“More please more…” you hazily whimpered.

Her soft lips began peppering kisses along your neck and down to your shoulders.

“Wanna spread out those pretty holes of yours…” She husked in your ear.

You shivered in delight.

“Yes…” you breathlessly mewled, “Alma please… fingerfuck me…”

She chuckled. She could never deny you when her name rolled off your lips. Her fingers slipped into your aching cunt with ease. She then began pumping and curling her skilled fingers. Her lips were all over any available skin, as she continued to fuck you. It was driving you fucking feral…

“Dear me, your already close, aren’t you…?” She purred.

You bit your lip and nodded vigorously.

“Come for me, Dear…”

You buried your face into her as your walls clenched around her fingers and leud moans escaped your lips.

“Well Good Morning to you, my love…” Alma chuckled, pulling her fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“M’mmm Morning…” you mumbled, still receiving a face full of her tits as you nuzzled even further into the woman’s form.

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[woman-actress]

Jealous character x Fem!reader pleeaaaase

It's an SOS that I'm sending to you ...I am what we can call: an addict of fanfictions.

That's why I ask anyone who can write these wonderful things ... I'm in need and I have no desire to cure this addiction.

A little list :

Natasha Romanoff :

Wanda Maximoff :

Carol Danvers :

Lena Luthor :

Literally every character played by Cate Blanchette :

Same for Sarah Paulson :

Alma peregrine :

So many women and possibilities of toxic relationships and possible jealousy, really I would be happy to be crushed by these womens....

Thanks ! Really 💕

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[ambersweets134]

Some Miss Peregrine fan art since there isn't enough

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[dovesintherain]

shades of her

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, kissing, the ocean

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

blue was never a cold colour to you.

Retrouve-moi dans le jardin à minuit.

You read the note over and over again, a smile growing on your face. You were getting ready for bed when you heard the soft scrapping of paper sliding under your door. You stood from your bed and picked up the note curiously, unfolding it gently. Immediately you knew the messenger, Alma. The french was a dead giveaway but it was the perfect cursive writing that had your heart fluttering in your chest. 

The sound of the children's bedroom doors closing echoed through the old house. That meant it was ten o’clock. You tucked the note away, changed back into your daily clothes and waited. The following two hours were the longest of your life. Your mind raced with thoughts on what the note could mean, what she wanted. You were pulled from your anxious thoughts when you saw the time. You carefully crept down the stairs and made your way to the back door, opening it quietly.

You held your breath when you saw her waiting. The moonlight illuminated her and you were pulled in helplessly like a moth to a flame. Her eyes were soft and her hand extended in a silent invitation. You took it willingly. Despite the many shades of blue that made up the beautiful woman in front of you, she was always warm.

The warmth that radiated from her hand travelled to your cheeks and you smiled. In a haze, you allowed her to lead you through the quiet trees and back gate. You continued down a cobblestone path, the stairs overgrown with moss and delicate wildflowers. Erie shapes were cast across the ground. The moon's soft rays created shadow puppets with the foliage from the trees above you. The sure grip of Alma's hand soothed the unrest in your belly. You always felt safe with her. 

It was rare that you had time alone together due to the children pulling you both every which way. Now that you were free of distractions the courage you normally carried was lost to the wind, words dying in your throat as you walked. You never had an opportunity to leave the house long enough to bathe in the deep blue water of the sea nearby and it was something that nagged at you. Though you weren't too fussed about it as you were just as content to stay and help Alma with the household duties and the children. However, it was something you mentioned to Emma when she caught you looking longingly at the water from a window upstairs. A week passed since you had told her and you were now walking hand in hand with Alma as she led you down to the sand in the middle of the night. You were going to speak with Emma later.

You felt your foot sink as you stepped onto the sand. The air was salty and the breeze was cool. 

Alma had enough courage to speak first, “I can see why you longed to be here, it's quite beautiful.” 

You were drawn to the water like a magnet. Each time the waves pulled back into the sea, it felt as though the ocean wanted to pull you with it. You gazed at the water longingly. “Emma told you?” You asked softly, your hand still in hers. 

“She did. But I had noticed it before she had said anything.” Alma explained as she admired the view in front of you both. The black midnight sky was reflected in the water, turning the shades blue into a sea of ink. The moon glowed over the horizon and illuminated the tops of the calm waves as they crested.  

“It’s a happy place of sorts.” You said as you kept your eyes forwards. You could see out of your peripheral that Alma had turned to look at you, studying you for a moment. You let your eyes close. The sound of the water was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your heart pounding in your chest as you felt her squeeze your hand. Almost.

“Are you ready?” She asked gently, the anticipation in her tone not lost on you. You nodded your head and turned to her with a grateful smile. As the two of you undressed you fought the urge to stare, failing miserably. You were thankful that Alma had chosen a midnight swim instead of one at sunrise. The darkness providing a cover to the deep blush that bloomed on your cheeks. Not that it mattered, she caught you staring, a small smirk growing on her lips. 

You waded into the sea first, breathing out a sigh of relief as water rose up your body with every step. The soft splashing of Alma following behind you met your ears. As the waves washed over her skin she hissed out, “it's freezing!”

Your head tilted back as you released a laugh. She laughed with you and made her way to your side. Once you were both about shoulder height in the dark water you took both of her hands in yours beneath the surface. You look at her with a challenging gaze. Her eyes widened in realisation before taking in a shaky breath. You both squeezed your eyes shut, nervous smiles adoring your faces before fully submerging yourselves, your hands holding each other tightly as you braced the icy temperature. 

You resurfaced together with small gasps, goosebumps adoring your skin. You were suddenly caught off guard by the sight of Alma inches away from you, it knocked the breath from your lungs and your heart pounded louder in your chest. Her indigo hair appeared even darker when wet, a few strands sticking to her cheek. The paleness of her face, neck and shoulders shone under the light of the moon, freckles scattering her skin. It was like an inverted image of the night sky. Her nose, cheeks and lips flushed pink from the cold. You met her piercing blue gaze and all you could think about was how you could never get tired of admiring her. 

Her hands came to hold your hips and pulled you in closer. “You’re staring again, darling.” Her smooth words flowed along with the current of the sea. Your eyes fitted between hers, she did the same. You could feel her hands move up to your waist and you shivered, not because of the cold. She pulled you close and you let her, willingly standing chest to chest. Your hand came out of the water and pushed the strands of hair that stuck to her cheek back behind her ear. Her gaze fell to your lips and your heartbeat picked up its pace. 

You don't know who leaned in first. Her lips were salty from the ocean and you were sure yours were the same. Her cold lips moving softly against yours filled you with so much warmth you felt as though you could burn ablaze in the middle of the sea. You eventually pulled away and rested your foreheads together, her hands unmoving. You both swam back to shore, pulling your clothes over your damp frames. You tried not to show your disappointment as Almas curves were shielded from view.

The walk back to the house was quiet, though this time the nervousness was gone. It was an easy silence and you decided that words weren’t enough to describe the feelings you had anyway. As you made your way back up to the house you purposely slowed your steps, wanting to savour the evening as long as you could, sand sticking to the salty skin of your bare feet. “Thank you,” your voice soft as you met her gaze walking along the stone path. She gave you an easy smile in return, taking your hand in hers. You suddenly felt warm again.

As you reentered the back gate of the garden, you squeezed Alma's hand. She turned back to look at you with a questioning gaze. You simply pulled her in for another kiss and felt her smile against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you shared the secret kiss in the garden, in the dark, among the flowers. You pulled back and shivered as the wind danced across your wet skin. “Let’s get you inside,” she chuckled, pulling you to the back door.

You both kept quiet as you slipped into the house. The sound of water dripping echoed through the hall as salty drops fell from wet hair. Evidence of your late night excursion was present on the wood floor. Damp sandy footprints trailing behind you both as you made your way through the house. Emma watched from her bedroom door that was slightly ajar as you arrived at the top of the stairs. Alma placed a final quick peck on your flushed cheek before turning to her bedroom door, allowing you to cross the hall and retire to your room for the evening. Once your door was closed she turned and caught sight of the blonde girl. She simply held a finger to her lips playfully as if to say, not a word. 

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[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

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.

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[another-fantasy-world]

Quarrels

gif isn't mine

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Title: Quarrels

Pairing/s: Alma Peregrine x Fem! Reader (Romantic)

Summary: in which the headmistress's lover causes far more chaos than she should, leading her to discover a certain habit of the ever-elegant Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine.

Warnings: Mentions of being an outcast, …making out…probably

Additional Tags: OOC characters, fluff, so many kisses

Reader Pronouns: She/Her ??? I think????

Word Count: 1814 words

Author’s Note: Oops, it seems that I've gotten rusty with my writing... I apologize.

Taglist: I've been gone for too long that I've gotten shy to tag people :((((

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It was a peaceful day. The sun is shining brightly on the horizon, the sounds of her children playing in the backyard, and the pleasant aroma of tea wafting in the air.

Alma sips her tea as she relaxes back into her seat. It is quite rare for her to have time to think, especially with all the ruckus her children and her lover who acts like a child, made. 

"WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A JERK?!" 

Alma perks up as she hears Olive's voice coming from outside, which is then followed by the distinct smell of smoke. Olive never shouts like that unless-

"Well, if you weren't such a bitch, I wouldn't have to take such drastic measures" 

There it is. Olive never shouts so explosively like that unless it was you she’s arguing with.

Alma squeezes her eyes shut, annoyed at the squabbling. As soon as she heard the tearing of clothes, she immediately began to walk toward the escalating argument. 

Shades of green, brown, red, orange, and gray invade her vision as she walks out of the house only to witness you in your lion form, your clothes lay tattered on the grass field as Olive's hand produces stronger flames, creating thicker smoke.

"Enough! Both of you!" She interrupts, weaving her hand through your mane and tugging hard, making you whine as you moved to the direction she’s tugging in order for you to lessen the pain

"All this blabbering and shouting like some vendor on the street is not going to help you understand each other. Besides, how would you argue with Olive if you're in your lion form? All you can do is make noises. And Olive, the fumes from your flames would overwhelm Y/N’s senses! This is irrational and immature. Squawk-" you blinked your eyes in surprise, snapping out of your guilty face as you prance behind Olive to hide your laughing face. 

She only stood beside you and placed her hand on your head, holding you in place, as you both stared down at the small form of your headmistress, your previous argument long forgotten. 

You scoffed out a laugh as the peregrine falcon chittered on as if scolding, her stance imitating that of a human with her hands on her hips. 

“Mi- Miss Peregrine, we- pfft- we can’t understand you” Olive managed to speak in between laughs

She let out an exasperated chirp as she flies over to your fluffy head, settled herself in your fur, and closed her eyes

You huffed as if annoyed and pranced inside the house, sniffing for Emma’s scent, the girl always knew what to do and you always turned to her whenever something peculiar happens

“You truly are fit to be an animal. You should just stay like that forever.”  Olive teased, making you playfully lunge at her, toppling her over and licking her face

You then felt sharp claws digging into your fur, it seems that Alma is still annoyed at you, given the fact that she’s tugging on your fur right now. 

“Olive! Have you seen-” Emma blinked in disbelief, her mouth agape at the sight of you on top of Olive, her red hair inside your mouth while she had her left hand tugging your mane and her right hand pushing your head away. Your tail was swaying from side to side in happiness

“Where is Miss Peregrine when you need her,” Emma mumbled, moving towards the both of you to separate you two.

A loud chirp interrupted Emma, flying over to perch on her shoulder, her gaze piercing the both of you. 

“Sorry Miss Peregrine.” Olive apologized, standing up once your huge paws are off her. 

You nodded along with her, walking towards Emma, nudging her hand. Silently asking her if she can get clothes for you. 

“I’ll take care of Y/N, Olive, Emma. Start working on dinner. I’ll be there shortly.” she then turns to you with a pointed look that made you look at the floor

“I got it.”

“Emma.” Alma’s voice rang out, she was back in her usual pristine state, one hand tucked into her pocket as her other held her pipe. You didn’t even notice her turning back

“Look at me.” She says sternly 

You quickly shifted into your wolf form and looked up to her with puppy eyes

“That’s not gonna work on me, darling. Come.” She says, doing the come hither motion before turning on her heel and walking towards your room. 

You whined, choosing to walk beside her so you could feel her warm hand against your fur, her sharp nails barely scratching the skin under the fur. You tilted your head back, looking up at her. Her lips were wrapped around that pipe of hers, her hands twitching as if itching to have something to fiddle with. You should know, one of them is twitching in your fur. You huffed out a laugh before thumping her with your large bushy tail.

You finally arrived in your room, with Alma twisting the door open, you shifted into your regular, human form, naked. You looked over your shoulder, hoping to get a reaction out of your lover, yet her face remained calm, and void of emotions. You would’ve fallen for it, had you not seen the red tint coating her ears. How cute. 

“You can check your timepiece, darling. You look constipated.” You chuckled, earning you the nth sharp glare this day.

“And you should get clothes on.” She huffed out, pushing you into the bathroom, handing you clothes you didn’t even know she took from your dresser.

You smiled fondly. You met Alma while she was traveling with Emma, the girl being the first peculiar under the newly graduated Ymbryne. You followed them while posing as a stray dog until a bird landed on your head while you were guarding the inn they were staying in. You tried shaking it off, but it just dug its claws in your matted fur, which annoyed you but you couldn’t do anything.

That was if you were a regular dog. You looked around to make sure that no one was around and shifted into your human form, plucking the bird out of your head before shifting back. All of it happened within a minute, you were quite proud of yourself for that. 

Until the bird also shifted into the very woman you had been following for weeks now. She smiled warmly, introducing herself as Alma LeFay Peregrine, a Ymbryne who’s on a journey to gather up peculiar children in order to protect them. You would’ve introduced yourself, had you had time to shift back. She scooped you up in her arms and scolded you as she walked towards the noisy inn. Emma was waiting there, holding a towel with a bright smile. And there you knew, you just knew, that you would be with them, for a very, very long time. Forever, should fate let you.

“Alma~” You cooed, slamming the door open once you’re finished with your little flashback and also with clothing yourself.

“You took longer than you should’ve, are you perhaps not feeling well darling?” She cradles your face into her hands, smoke gets puffed towards your face as you smiled at her affectionately

“I’m actually feeling well. I’m feeling well in love with you.” You grinned, taking one of her hands and pressing your lips to her palm, relishing the way her face slowly turned into a rose

“Cheeky.” She humphed, hiding her face in your chest

“You’re so cute my sweet bird.” You cooed, softly prying her off and staring at her gem-like eyes, which sparkles with happiness and adoration 

Both of you widen your eyes, staring at each other unblinking at first, before giggling like teenagers. 

“I love you”

“I love you” 

“I guess we’re at that stage of our relationship eh?” You touched her nose with yours, still astounded at the sight of her eyelashes, and her eyes which held such adoration. Even after years of seeing her every single day, you still get your breath taken by her beauty. There was no one who could ever surpass your Alma’s elegance and beauty.

“It would seem that way, my love.” She whispered, looping her arms around her neck, pulling you closer until your lips are an inch apart.

“Alma.” You whispered her name, one of your many, many ways to seek permission from the headmistress

“Kiss me.”

And so you did. Oh, how you missed her lips, how you missed her. 

You miss her every second you spend away from her touch, and now that your hands are on her waist, gripping as if afraid that the moment you let go, she’ll vanish like cotton candy submerged in water. Now that her hands tangle themselves into your hair, your hearts are beating in sync as you share these affectionate moments with each other. 

There was nothing sexual about this intense kiss, just pure, unfiltered love and adoration. The kind of love that doesn’t cage, rather it anchors. The kind of love that makes you feel like you’ve suddenly been transferred to space, out of breath, yet oh so satisfied.

Or not. You’ll never be satisfied when it comes to her. You can never get enough of her. Especially when she pulls away. Just like now

You chase after her once she pulls away only for her to place her pointer finger to stop you. You pouted, making her chuckle

“Shh, my love. We have left the children alone for far too long.” She reasons as she faces the mirror you have and fixes her ruined lipstick and hair. 

“Besides, I think I have spoiled you enough for today, cheeky little thing.” She smiles at you before taking a hold of your hand and dragging you out of the room.

You just let out a huff and followed her despite your lingering objections.

“Behave. And maybe you’ll get a reward.” She smirks at you, with an eyebrow quirked up once both of you approached the kitchen

“Out of curiosity, what does behaving entail?” You grinned

She gave you a pointed look before swiftly entering the pleasant-smelling kitchen, with Emma manning it. Alma puts on an apron all the while taking over Emma in stirring whatever it is in the pot.

You shook your head, still smiling as you take the plates that are in Olive’s hands and helped the redhead with setting up the table for supper.

Perhaps you’ll behave for the remainder of today. What’s a few hours of behaving anyway, surely you can do that. You’re not some unruly child after all.

“Whipped.” Olive whispers making your fingers twitch

Behave, Behave, Behave, Beha- fuck it

What Alma doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.

“Y/N!”

You take that back, Alma LeFay Peregrine knows everything.

And maybe that's not such a bad thing.

#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine imagine

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

My sweet little girl

Warnings: Fluff, soft smut?, mentions of other celebrities,

Word count: 1.3 K

Pairing: Eva Green x Fem!Reader

Special request: @wandamaximoff2823

Requests: OPEN

Prompt: Y/N goes to her first party surrounded by celebrities, amazed by her surroundings, but, with a naive soul, she is unaware that a big celebrity is trying to flirt with her.

When her girlfriend Eva finds her, I couldn't help but feel my blood boil.

[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]

The dress was tight enough to obstruct my breathing a bit, the heels hurt my feet, the makeup felt too heavy, and my hair was too still thanks to the hairspray. Ultimately, I did not feel comfortable.

But seeing my beautiful girlfriend, the great actress Eva Green, posing in front of the cameras, proud of having won her first Oscar; and, in short, I would be capable of this and more, just to see her smile from her that way

"Are you done with the photographs, miss smug?" I asked her as soon as I saw her approach me

"Yes, now I just want to get home, and receive my grand prize, because, I remind you that you owe me my prize" she took me by the waist, while she began to spread kisses on my cheeks, making me laugh

"Are you crazy, Green?" asked her former co-star and friend of her, Orlando Bloom, who came hand in hand with his wife of him, singer Katy Perry. "You just won an Oscar and you don't want to stay for the party?"

"Baby, leave her alone"

"They're right, honey, you worked very hard for that statuette, I think you deserve a break"

“But I can rest with a book…”

Suddenly, Orlando's arm rested on my girl's shoulders and he began to guide her to the exit .

"Don't worry, Y/N I'll take her to the party, you guys have fun while I keep an eye on her"

We both watched as our partners disappeared from our sight while we laughed

"Are you going to change?" the singer asked me, as we followed in the footsteps of the guys

"The truth is, we did n't plan to go to the party, so, no."

"Well, don't think I want to sound rude, but, you look like a middle - aged woman, tired even of breathing" we both made fun of her comment "come, join me , we will give you a second spectacular look"

——————————————————————————— 

When we got to the party, Katy wouldn't even let me look for Eva, she just led me to a table full of celebrities, from Rihanna to Scarlett Johansson herself, who were drinking and talking gushingly.

"Hey guys, I've got fresh meat"

All eyes fell on me , and questions began to arise.

I was born in a country that these people had only heard about, I studied such an ordinary career, I grew up with ordinary friends; I never stopped being the extra of a great movie, until one day, I traveled to France, for work reasons, and one day, I got lost in the great city of Paris, until I collided with a beautiful French woman, who helped me get to my destination, of course, while stealing my heart.

So, I was new in the eyes of Hollywood, her questions were understandable.

Questions like, 'Where did you meet your girlfriend?', 'How do you feel in Hollywood?', 'How well do you and Eva get along?'

"Wow, let the poor girl breathe" Katy made me sit at the table, while putting a large glass full of liquor in front of me "Come on girl, being the couple is also tiring and you deserve a break"

They all agreed, so I took a big drink, earning myself a few screams and even a wink from Scarlett.

——————————————————————————— 

Eva narrates

Orlando and his friends of him were beginning to wear me down. Even though I didn't consider myself a clingy girlfriend, I was beginning to miss my girlfriend, so, expecting an oversight from the guys, I ran out of the table to start looking for my girl.

Until I found her, by chance, dancing in the arms of Scarlett Johansson herself.

I did n't think of myself as jealous either, but seeing how another woman kept approaching Y/N, trying to touch her de ella, and even whispering things in her ear, made my blood boil.

With quick steps, I approached Y/N, startling the girl, along with the blonde next to her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to my girlfriend."

Scarlett did n't even dare to look at me, she just let go of Y/N's waist and left, so I took Y/N's forearm from her and took her to a quieter place.

"I think it's time to go"

"Eva I…"

"Let's just go Y /N, I want to go to the hotel"

"Sure, I'm just going to say goodbye to the guys and…"

With a light squeeze on her hand, I stopped her.

"No, let's just go , please"

“It's okay”

——————————————————————————— 

Arriving at the hotel, I quickly took off my shoes, while I watched as Y/N began to untie her hair, leaving her with long, silky hair.

"Why did we leave so fast ?"

"Are you going to continue to play dumb, knowing that I saw you flirt with Scarlett Johansson?"

We both started taking off our dresses.

"So what was he doing with her hands on your waist?" I began to walk until I reached behind her back

“We were just dancing”

“You know, princess, I think you have forgotten who owns you. Because, you're mine , right?

"Yes my love"

"Do you think you need a lesson?"

"Yes baby"

“Ohh, my sweet little girll”

I took her wrist, and carefully, we moved to the bed.

She, wearing nice underwear, lies down on the bed, slowly and delicately, while I sat with her chest between my legs.

With a slight movement, I took her leg, lifting it up to my face, to start kissing her calf.

"You smell so good, and you're so pretty, so pretty and all mine, you're still, and I'm all yours, right princess?"

"Yes, baby, you are mine and I am yours"

As I continued to kiss her leg, my left hand began to walk up to her lightly bra clad breast .

"Do you want it hard and rough or soft?"

"Easy, baby, I want to go slow"

"Perfect, safe word?"

“Pumpkin to increase speed and marshmallow to stop”

"Oh honey, you're so smart"

I dropped her leg, while dropping my own body next to Y/N's, to start kissing her fleshy pink lips, with all the love in the world, passionately and sensually. I carefully began to lower my lips to her jaw , her neck and her clothed breasts, making her let out a moan.

"I love listening to you"

Although, there were times when obscenity prevailed, today, I just wanted to worship her, she had endured everything from awkwardness for her wardrobe, an almost eternal ceremony, a party full of drunks, and the last thing she deserved was to endure my unnecessary jealousy .

She clothes started to get in the way of her beautiful body, so, with one hand gently holding her jaw, I had the other hand start unbuttoning her underwear.

"Eva" Y/N let out a light moan, making me stop

"What's wrong, princess?"

"Can you tie my feet?"

Y/N got up slightly, to take a long pink ribbon from the table next to the bed, surprising me a little, while making me let out a small laugh.

"Oh sure, baby. Everything is to please my sweet little girl"

——————————————————————————— 

With short, unsteady breaths, we both lay down on the bed, smiles on our faces.

"That was…"

"Incredible?" I asked

“I was going to say, it was the Crème Brûlée of the night” we both laughed , as Y/N lay on my chest and I started kissing her bare shoulders “despite the little mishap with Scarlett Johansson”

"Yeah, speaking of which, I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have let my jealousy ruin our night."

"Ruin the night? Am I talking to the same woman who brought me to orgasm on more than 4 occasions?" we both laughed again

"You know what I mean, silly"

“Eva, you just have to understand that there is no one more perfect than you , my eyes cannot see beyond your beautiful face, because despite being separated, my eyes will always find that beautiful face, and my mind will always be there. cloudy of you”

Now she got up , to give me a long kiss, full of love and affection, showing with every pore of her skin, the love she has to give.

“Have they told you that you are very cheesy”

"Now you really ruined the moment"

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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.

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MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Enoch O'Connor

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[multimilfs]

Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader: Artificial Permanence

Summary: Anon sent... Alma Peregrine + 9 -- "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: Damn I missed writing for Alma!!

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Warning(s): Light body horror

You never intended on becoming a murderer. 

No one comes into the world with the intention of taking lives, but somewhere along the way, a piece of them changes and goes dark. You have spent your whole life trying to avoid a part of you going dark. You didn’t want to take lives, you wanted to save them. 

But it all happened so fast. 

One second you’re preparing a surprise breakfast in the kitchen with Emma and Fiona, the next Millard is calling you from the front door. You turn and rush to the door. Millard never yells, always the picture of the perfect gentleman, sometimes crossing the entire house to deliver simple messages to you. 

If he’s yelling then something is terribly wrong. Were Alma awake already—it’s a fluke she isn’t, but you’d enlisted the children’s help in making her a nice breakfast before she woke—she’d scold him for not using an inside voice. 

“What is it, Millard?” You ask. 

He pushes you towards the door and you step onto the porch. It’s the perfect day, but the breeze from the water makes you shiver, pulling your robe tighter over your nightdress. Seeing the police officer standing on the porch makes you glad you did. 

Your appearance is the least of your worries when you take in the scene. 

The police officer is a gruff, round man, with a permanent scowl etched onto his face. He stands in the center of the porch with Olive and Claire on either side of him. White-knuckled hands grip their shoulders and you stand straighter, fury building at the terrified, pained looks on their faces. 

“Can I help you, Officer?” You ask coldly. 

“Yeah, your wayward freaks set the Pub on fire this morning,” He says, glaring at you, “I need you or the Headmistress to come down to the station.” 

“They’re children, surely you’re not going to arrest them?” 

His grip tightens on the girls and they both wince. Your fist clenches at your side. It’s all you can do to hold in your peculiarity, the air around you thrumming with your own desire to lash out at the man. But you do nothing, too worried you’d hurt the girls in the process. 

You have a good handle on your peculiarity, but when you’re emotional enough, all bets are off. And you can’t claim to be calm at the moment. 

“I can and I will!” He roars. 

“You will not!” You snap back, stepping forward and into his space, “Now unhand my children.” 

There’s a split second where his eyes widen. You wonder what he sees in your face that inspires the fear you see, a twisted glee blossoming amidst your anger. He grasps for words and his grip loosens on Claire and Olive.

Claire tries to pull away, frightened by the raised voices. Her attempt at escape draws the Officer’s attention and he reasserts his grip. When he does, it is like steel as it clamps roughly on Claire, and she lets out a frightened cry. 

You don’t hesitate before spearing the knife in your hand through his chest. 

He gasps and releases the girls. You go to look into his eyes, only to find them gone. His face is seared by red, yellow, and blue markings criss-crossing across his skin. There are dark blue marks under the sockets of his eyes where his skin seared against his cheekbones. A thin, white substance drips down his cheeks. 

You realize with horror that the knife acted as a conduit of your peculiarity—which struck him as lightning this time—and the liquid you're watching drip down his cheeks are what would be his eyes… if they hadn’t exploded from the heat. A shriek leaves your lips and you let go of the Officer. 

His body falls backwards and flops onto the porch steps with a heavy thud. Your eyes are stuck on the knife protruding from his chest, black from the electrical heat. 

“Impressive.” Enoch says behind you. 

Turning slowly, horror settling in your bones as you look into several of the children’s faces, you stare at Enoch. He’s leaning against the doorway with a look of admiration on his face. Your stomach turns. 

“The lightning was a nice touch.” He adds. 

“It really is interesting, Miss. Miss Peregrine never lets us watch.” Olive says sweetly. 

You know Alma is no stranger to taking lives; being an Ymbryne in the current society of peculiars made her well equipped for that, but knowing it interested your children was another thing entirely. Folding your shaking hands in front of you, you force a smile. 

“Children,” You say, voice faltering, “Will one of you keep watch for any other law enforcement? I have to go speak with Miss Peregrine about this.” 

“No you don’t, I know where she usually puts the bodies.” Enoch says. 

He backs up a little when you stare at him and you wonder again how you must look, “Just keep watch, Enoch.” 

All of the children on the porch nod. You slip back into the house and start up the stairs, ignoring Emma’s concerned calls after you, not sure you have the strength now to explain it all to her. Alma would make this all easier. Alma would make this go away. 

Despite that, you can’t help but sitting with the information that you’ve just made yourself a murderer. You lost control and took a life. It makes your stomach turn and you stop in the hall, leaning against the bannister, holding back the bile threatening to rise in your throat. 

Alma is asleep peacefully, wrapped in soft blue sheets. You hate having to wake her like this. 

“Alma,” You whisper, rounding the bed and kneeling at her side, “I need you to wake up—You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 

One blue eye squints open and you try to smile. Both eyes shoot open when she takes in your appearance; kneeling next to her side of the bed, shaking and on the verge of tears. Her hands grab your face. Her unblinking eyes are running over you, relieved to find nothing wrong, only to widen when she remembers the children. 

“What has happened?” Alma demands. 

She’s out of bed in a flash and wrapping herself in her own robe, talon-like nails ripping through the fabric, though she pays it no mind. When she’s steps from the door, you find your voice again. 

“I killed that police officer.” You admit. 

Alma freezes in place. Slowly, she turns on her heel, eyes piercing you. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

The dam breaks, “I sent the girls into town for a few things and he came back, saying they set the pub on fire, he was so cruel and he made Claire cry and—and then I stabbed him. In the chest. And his eyes exploded!” 

The Ymbryne deflates, coming back to sit on the bed. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sits as you stare at the floor in silent horror. 

You replay the scene in your head. It feels like a blur—you didn’t even remember having the knife in your hand until it was through his heart. Then he was discolored and eyeless. You shudder. Alma gently pulls you up onto the bed to sit next to her. 

“All of the children are alive and well?” She asks. 

You nod. 

“The only one harmed is the officer?” 

You nod again. “I’ll take care of it, darling. He’ll be alive again tomorrow. You’re alright.” 

“I killed someone, Alma.” You whisper. 

“That does happen at times.” Alma says. 

“How can you be so casual about this? I’m a murderer.” 

Alma can’t help it, but a small chuckle leaves her lips. You jerk away. Intent on soothing you, you’re pulled back against her, her lips pressed to your temple in apology. 

The idea of taking a life makes you feel like a monster. Yet, everyone else is unphased, even acting like the whole situation was humorous. You feel like you’ve missed a memo of some kind, especially if the children were unbothered. 

“Darling, you’re not a murderer if your victim is alive the next day,” Alma says, “You protected the children. That’s what matters. Not the cruel officer who will wake up none-the-wiser in a few hours.” 

“I still feel awful about it.” You admit. 

She nods, “That will pass with time. Now, let’s handle this, shall we?” 

Alma stands and offers you her hand. You take it in your own, letting the warmth of her ground you. You also use it to distract you from the twisted amusement on her face. 

You still feel no better about taking a life, but at least you know it isn’t permanent. 

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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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Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader

@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?

Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

#60. “You broke the rules…”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.

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She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.

See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.

But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.

You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.

And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.

As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.

Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?

As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.

Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”

Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.

“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.

Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.

She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.

“Love…?”

“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”

Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.

“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.

Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, “Use me. Fuck me. Edge me. I’m yours.”

At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”

Your breath hitched yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.

You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.

When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.

“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.

You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.

“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.

You gulped.

“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.

She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.

“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.

Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…

“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.

“Safe words?”

“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”

The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.

“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”

You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.

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You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…

Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!

Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.

“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.

At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.

~~~

The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…

She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.

“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.

She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.

“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.

“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.

You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.

“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.

You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.

“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”

New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.

“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.

~~~

Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.

“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”

“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.

~~~

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༻ My Impossible Oiseau | Miss Peregrine ༺

Handprints on my soul | chapter 4

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Warnings: A little swearing, small specks of angst, kinda manipulative Alma? if you squint, mainly a lot of confusion and tactics, flasbacks and mention of violence, kinda mean Alma for a second! 18+!

Chapter Summary: Sometimes, to get away with things Miss Peregrine must lie. If it protects her children, it must be done. Yet marriages aren't in the cards for ymbrynes.. until now when a contract must be negotiated for her and Ophelia.

Pairings: Alma Peregrine x OC!

Word Count: 2.6K

AN: It's been SO long since I wrote a chapter for this story, I apologise but I'm back now! Definitely intend on finishing it so enjoy loves <3

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The silence that followed suit was almost deafening if it could speak. Ophelia felt like she could cut it with a knife and her knee's were trembling underneath her.

Still, she stood tall and firm with determination that's what she'd always been trained to do. Ymbrynes, peculiars couldn't, certainly not to the average person who knew nothing of their kind.

"I'm sorry Miss but what did you say?"

Ophelia watched as the officer's eyes widened in shock or confusion, disbelief she wasn't sure. Frankly, she didn't blame him, how she was able to stand on two legs and act completely fine was beyond her.

Instead, the younger woman felt the ymbrynes arm wrap tightly around her waist, stepping closer into her proximity. Ophelia could smell Alma's perfume now, the aroma of her was filling her senses, intoxicating her entirely.

"I'm quite certain you heard what I said, officer," Alma stated curtly.

"I- that's not?" He stumbled over his words, unable to form a full sentence.

"I'm sorry, your incessant babbling is giving me a headache. You stated I'm raising my children alone, I only corrected you. She is my wife."

Ophelia wasn't sure how to process anything that was unraveling before her. When she flew to Cairnholm, nobody mentioned anything about Alma being so forward going.. Hell she could have asked her on a date first, that thought almost made her chuckle.

"That cannot be possible though, she's a female," he seemed to gain some more composure, though his voice still sounded strained.

Ophelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his obvious point. She'd never taken too well towards those who judge on genders especially on how to love others. It was the 40's for you, but she didn't care, love shouldn't be judged, hell she was peculiar and could bend darkness, control light and simply never age for crying out loud.

"It's the 40's. I understand your views, but you stated she needed someone to care for the children. She is not alone, I am here," Ophelia chirped in.

The surge of confidence she was hit with was surprising, at first a wave of worry had overcome the younger woman fearing Alma scolding her in due course. However, the squeeze of pressure on her waist allowed her to relax, knowing the older ymbryne was happy with Ophelia's passing comment.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, hm?"

Alma's voice was laced with sweetness, but not the good kind. While the younger ymbryne had only known Miss Peregrine for only a mere couple of days she knew well of that tone. It was overly-sweet, the kind you'd get if someone was on the last edge of sanity, their patience running thin. It was the kind of sugar sweet, that lead you to get stung or poisoned.

The officer tilted his head slightly to the side, almost as though he was analysing Ophelia. She wasn't sure whether to feel intimidated or unnerved but it certainly set her stomach reeling, her anxiety heightened and body on edge. Yet, he didn't say anything his breathe could barely be heard. He just stood still, examining before stepping back.

"No Ma'm's," with that he simply turned and left.

Ophelia watched as Alma's free hand lifted up and shut the door silently, the light leaving allowing both herself and Miss Peregrine to be cast once more into the shadows.

Ophelia let out a breathe that she wasn't aware she was holding and realised the older ymbryne still had her grip on her waist. It was then she realised just what the two of them got themselves into. That and the fact she hadn't consented anything to the older ymbryne.

Her mind was racing, worry and fear settling in instantly. It was like the earth was burning as it spun through the sky and the thoughts of pain and anguish only grew louder in her mind. She looked up towards the older ymbryne and let out a long sigh.

Alma stood poised next to the heavy doorframe, her composure not faulting until the children that had been spying filtered away into different rooms. It was then that Ophelia watched her slump slightly, her usual composed posture changing entirely and her hand came to rest on her temple.

Ophelia wanted to speak but her voice felt like it would shatter every wall around them. Instead she just leant herself against the wall next to the older ymbryne, watching. The silence was becoming unbearable though and someone needed to break, someone had to step forward rather than backwards.

She cleared her throat, stepping forward and rested her thumb in between the crease of the older ymbryne's eyebrows. She applied pressure and gently moved her thumb back and forth, bringing comfort to Alma. The ymbrynes eyes opened slowly, emotion and warmth within them and Ophelia wasn't sure why she'd stepped forward to do that. It felt normal, almost natural like she'd always done it to Miss Peregrine.

"We need to talk," she scarcely whispered to Alma voice uneven and she wasn't sure if she was angry at Miss Peregrine or just confused.

The older ymbryne studied Ophelia for a moment, her eyes narrowed slightly before she closed them. Her hand came into her pocket and she felt a wave of fear hit her for a second. That was until Ophelia observed as Miss Peregrine removed out a simple match and her pipe.

Her delicate fingers moved gracefully, placing the pipe in her mouth with such grace it was mesmerising to see. Ophelia found the older ymbryne captivating, but also startling. She felt if she stepped to close claws would show, shadows would surround her and she'd fall into them.

The pipe was lit and Ophelia stood in silence as the ymbryne inhaled the pipe, before breathing out the smoke in a way that intrigued the younger woman further. The smell of smoke mixed hit her, the smell being of oakwood and tobacco, with hints of lavender scented perfume.

Miss Peregrine snapped her watch out in a rather swift speed causing Ophelia to almost stumble back before letting out a hum. She offered a curt nod towards the younger ymbryne before turning on her heels.

"Follow me, we'll talk within the drawing room," her voice was firm with no place for arguments.

Ophelia allowed her brain to click into action as she swiftly followed Alma into the drawing room, trying not to dawdle or allow her mind to wander. She simply wondered on what exactly they were going to state towards each other.

— Blackpool —

His hands drifted along the side of the board, before reaching up and unclipping a photo. His head tilted to the side examining it with an intensity that could on be described as possessive, a mad man in addiction.

Barron scanned over the board, filled with arrows pointing towards different locations as he let out a heavy sigh. Eyes glancing towards the photo, he glanced at it once more. He was making it his goal, life passion.

Finding Ophelia, the loop, all of it was his goal. Nothing mattered, nobody else, no thought no noise, no single utter thought or emotion. Just the set focus on Miss Peregrine's loop. Especially Ophelia.

He found her a dainty little thing. How could such a dainty, sweet thing like herself be capable of so much? Barron's mind often drifted through so many thoughts, so many things danced through it. He'd had his mindset on the younger ymbryne for sometime.

The break in of Miss Nightjar's loop. He was so close, it was at the tip of his fingertips, the shadows were bending for him. The world was falling into place, apart and breaking all so he could find her. Yet, she'd managed to escape.

Ophelia had slipped through his fingertips so fast, he only blinked to see it all happen. Barron only remembered seeing red, flashes of blood curling red, the shadows closing once more. He never got outsmarted, certainly not from an innocent thing like her.

He had spent so long examining her. To Barron it was funny she had no knowledge of how powerful she was, of where in fact she came from. It took him months, in fact years to understand where she came from, her origins, her peculiarities.

Yet those stupid ymbrynes kept the little one locked in a cage, a cage of protection they'd assume. More like a cage of locked secrets, trying to keep her locked in away from everyone and everything, including herself. Ophelia could indulge in so much more, be the key to understanding their kind and her own so much more.

He just had to locate her again, he was certain and determined in himself that she would not in fact slip through his fingers. Ophelia Kestrel wouldn't run this time, she wouldn't fly away, he needed her. Alive and well, but needed her all the same. If she allowed herself to see Barron perhaps would want her to understand that she needed him too.

His hands brushed over the photo, looking down at the younger ymbryne he had clasped in his hands. He stared at the image with a hungry expression, hungry for power, minds and the power the younger women held within her. He needed-

"Mr. Barron?" a voice from behind him, startled Barron.

He turned angrily, facing the other wight with a look of annoyance and anguish painted all over his face. He wanted a simple time to himself, one day would suffice, but instead he was left dealing with bumbling idiots who couldn't think for themselves.

"What is it, I'm busy as you can see," he gritted through his teeth jaw clenched.

"They've found her," he mumbled in a little fear of the older man.

Mr. Barron froze for a moment, allowing himself to think in his emotions and thoughts drift away. His jaw began to unclench and he flexed his fingers back and forth before tilting his head up.

His mouth curled upwards into a deep smile, one that would send little children into fits of fear and anguish. The one that would haunt their dreams, their nightmares becoming reality as his clocks turned fast and furious in his brain.

"Let the games begin," he stated as he walked out the room a feeling of pride succumbing him.

— Miss Peregrine's loop —

Ophelia eyed the paper Alma had placed down in front of her, her face contorted in a picture of confusion.

"So you're saying a contract?" Ophelia eyed the older woman who simply sat on the edge of the chaise lounge.

She seemed a picture of utter certainty, as though everything the older ymbryne did was completely calculated. Ophelia hadn't seen her like this, not entirely. She seemed relaxed before the officer had arrived, now she seemed cold and firm. She wasn't opposed to this, it was just how she seemed to calm it was rather unnerving.

Alma let out a sigh, rubbing her temple once more before glancing over at the younger woman. Both seemed apprehensive, nether were expecting anything like this to approach them. Yet, that's what being peculiar was, they had to expect the unexpected, look for the peculiar amongst themselves.

"It's a contract we'd create together. There's rules of course. For example, no sleeping in the same bed. No dating other people, not that's an issue for us granted our current situation. No.. intimacy, in that regards anyway," Alma explained waving the pipe around in her hand.

Ophelia's eyes widened in realisation as she looked between the paper and Miss Peregrine. It was essentially a business contract, but through marriage the type she'd seen CEO's do in modern times. Sure Ophelia had her times out of the loops, dotting to and from modern times, so she knew exactly what it was.

A sudden surge of anger littered through her blood stream as she came to realising what was happening here. She came to the loop for comfort and to get away from being caged. She couldn't be put back in one.

"This isn't.. a good idea, besides what's the next one going to be Alma? No falling in love?" Ophelia questioned glaring at the older woman.

She only received a deep hum in response as Miss Peregrine placed her now out pipe down in front of her, before standing up. She stood in front of the younger woman, eyeing her down as though she was calculating her next move.

"I'm not saying it's ideal Ophelia, but it's the only option we have. Yes, though that's the concept we have, especially no falling in love, it's not in the cards for us," the older ymbryne explained carefully.

The younger ymbryne however wasn't at all impressed. She knew it wasn't Alma's fault, nether was at fault aside from the officer. He tried to undermine the older woman the only difference was Ophelia got caught in the cross-fire.

That being said, she didn't want a contract, it made her sound like a slut some ridiculous type of business shit that she wasn't into. Frankly she didn't have time, she wasn't supposed to be here and her very presence puts them all in danger, she knew that.

"No, it's wrong. Not us both being women, but I shouldn't be staying here for long periods of time. Besides the laws state," Ophelia began.

"To shitting hell with the laws," Miss Peregrine snapped startling the younger ymbryne.

She'd never heard so much as the word 'damn,' slip past the older woman's lips, so the use of her language caught Ophelia of guard. She watched as she began to pace up and down, partly out of rage and partially because of stress and worry.

"The children will be in danger. We are ymbrynes, we have to protect them above all else. You should know that, especially after what happened in your own loop," she snapped and cut herself off completely then.

Ophelia's throat tightened at the memory and her jaw clenched in retaliation. The pictures of the children laying their lifeless flashed through her mind and her cheeks began to stream of hot tears, burning her inside and out. She hated that she was the one crying when it was her fault they'd been annihilated.

Her eyes opened to see the older ymbryne kneeling down now, facing her directly in the eye. Ophelia felt a surge of anger once more, sickness succumb over her body that Alma could even dare bring up those children.

"Ophelia, I'm sorry. I- that was wrong of me to state, I apologise profoundly for that darling," she stated and Ophelia shook her head not daring to look.

"Look at me please?"

Miss Peregrine lifted her hand up to wipe away the tears from the young ymbrynes cheeks. However, she snatched her hand back as though she'd been burnt the moment Ophelia flinched. Yet, the younger woman turned to face the older woman she looked scared, like a startled deer caught in headlights it almost broke Alma's heart in ways that were unexplained.

"How long for..?" Ophelia's voice was now raspy, filled with emotion that she couldn't comprehend nor control.

"2 months and you can leave, you have my word Ophelia Kestrel," Alma responded gently this time.

Taking thoughts into consideration, she decided she had no choice. The lingering blame from her last loop was still there and she couldn't let another child die in her name. She had to keep her secrets of her peculiarity a mystery and simply stick out the 2 months.

"Where do I sign?"

As Ophelia's hand danced slowly across the page of agreement, she simply had to not fall for the older woman in front of her, which seemed hard at first but now she saw a shell of who she was before. She'd hand printed her own soul away for 2 months. They'd decide on the terms now, the terms of her own cage.

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Paused Mphfpc at the wrong time and I can't unsee her bitch slapping Jake now😭

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