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frost-queen · 7 months

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A cat's way (Reader x Enoch O'Connor ft. the cat)

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A/n: The cat has been changed to a male cause I thought it would be funnier.

Enoch sighed relieved seeing you sit alone by the tree. To be absolutely sure he looked around. Up and down hoping he wouldn’t encounter him. Behind him were Hugh and Fiona playing tag. Claire trying her best to join. Just a bit to his left he saw Olive helping Emma put the squirrel back up in the tree. Yet no annoying thing to be seen. Enoch plastered on a charming smile ready to make his way over to you. He took about three steps till he heard the annoying voice. – “Looking for me?” – Enoch turned his head upwards seeing the cat slide down a branch coming in view.

Enoch’s smile dropped, sighing deep. – “In your dreams furball.” – Enoch mocked back. The cat hissed loud dropping down in front of him. He came to sit down licking his paws. Enoch rolled his eyes at it, moving to go around it. The cat jumped aside blocking his path. It made Enoch groan annoyed, stepping more to the right.

The cat once again blocked his path to you. – “Let me through you furball!” – Enoch called out bothered. The cat licked his paw, then washed it behind his ear. – “If you say please.” – The cat answered plainly. It made Enoch boil, clenching his hand. – “Like hell!” – Enoch called out. The cat shuddered out a chuckle. – “See you getting all worked up over me.” – he responded.

“Y/n!” – Enoch called out having enough of his interruption. You jerked your head in his direction. – “Y/n!” – Enoch repeated waving his arms at you. The cat hissed loud jumping at him. Enoch stumbled backwards onto his back. The cat sitting on his chest. – “Get off!” – Enoch groaned out, wriggling to get the cat off him. The cat hissed again at him, pressing his paw firm onto his chest. – “Mister Fluffzpants.” – you said.

Instantly the cat turned to you, squinting its eyes to give you the sweetest expression. You bend down to pick your cat up. – “Are you playing with Enoch?” – you asked as you moved it close to your chest. Mr. Fluffzpants purred, snuggling his head against you. Enoch moved his upper body up. – “That thing is ferocious.” – he called out with a point. – “Mr. Fluffzpants?” – you answered confused looking down at your sweetest cat.

You pulled him up, pressing his cheek against yours. – “Look at him. He’s the cutest thing ever.” – you said as the cat purred against your cheek. The moment it stared down at Enoch disappeared all signs of cuteness. – “See!” – Enoch said desperately. You walked up to Enoch, offering him your hand. He took it letting you pull him up. You started brushing some dirt off him.

“There all better.” – you said. – “Y/n I…” – Enoch started taking your hand. – “Yes…” – you replied. – “Au!” – Enoch blurted out pulling his hand away from you. Your eyes widened seeing the scratch marks on his hand. – “Mr. Fluffzpants!” – you called out looking sternly at the cat. – “That wasn’t very nice.”

You dropped the cat onto the ground. – “Hey!” – it called out feeling tossed away. – “Oh Enoch does it hurt?” – you asked taking his wounded hand gently into yours. Enoch tried to hide his smile of victory. You carefully touched it as Enoch flinched at the touch. – “He’s exaggerating.” – Mr. Fluffzpants called out. Enoch shook his head trying so hard not to show he actually was. – “Hush Mr. Fluffzpants.” – you said with a dismissive glare.

Enoch stuck his tongue out to the cat behind your back. The cat hissed as you hardened your glare. Mr. Fluffzpants laid down begging for forgiveness. – “Let me tend to you Enoch.” – you spoke taking him with you back to the house. Mr. Fluffzpants got up, narrowing his eyes on Enoch. – “You better sleep with one eye open boy.” – he purred out. He then ran after you as he barely left your side.

You led Enoch inside the pink manor darting out of the way of a running Bronwyn and Horace rushing down the stairs. You crossed over heading into the kitchen. You sat Enoch down by his shoulders on a chair. – “Does it hurt much?” – you asked looking in some cabinets for bandages. Enoch was about to speak when Mr. Fluffzpants hopped onto the counter. He glared at Enoch, tilting his head to the side. Enoch gulped nervously.

“Uhm...not so much anymore.” – he answered. You found some bandages noticing Mr. Fluffzpants. – “You behave.” – you said. – “As always.” – he answered lowering his head in a bow. You cleaned his wound and put a bandage on it. – “Perhaps a kiss?” – Enoch said boldly offering you his hand. – “Perhaps not.” – Mr. Fluffzpants called out. You smiled touching Enoch’s nose. – “You are teasing me.” – you spoke as Enoch smiled nervously at his missed opportunity.

You rubbed Mr. Fluffzpants on his head before heading out. – “I’d watch your back O’Connor.” – The cat said showing him his claws. Enoch puffed loud. – “You better watch yours furball!” – he responded getting up. – “When you are dead I’ll toy with your body for funs.” – Enoch called out before darting out of the kitchen.

The cat gasped loud. – “You foul monster!” – Mr. Fluffzpants shouted dipping down the counter onto the ground. – “I shall have your eyes scratched out. Playing with your guts like a ball of wool!” – he shouted standing in the hallway. Miss Peregrine who had just left her study, cleared her throat. Mr. Fluffzpants chuckled nervously, dipping his head down. Miss Peregrine watched him run off like a scaredy cat. On his way he knocked over a jar. It crashed down, glass shattering around.

The cat gasped loud, stopping briefly in his tracks with a raised paw. Miss Peregrine’s eyebrow rose higher. The cat rushed up the stairs. Darting between Millard’s walking shoes. Millard nearly tripped over the cat. Mr. Fluffzpants kept looking over his shoulder hoping Miss Peregrine wouldn’t follow him. He jumped into a room, jumping onto Enoch’s lap. – “What are you doing?” – Enoch called out. – “She’s coming.” – he said scared plopping of his lap. – “I need hiding.” – Mr. Fluffzpants rushed through his room towards the shelves.

Enoch got up moving over to his shelves. – “No! Get out!” – he called out trying to catch the cat by his tail as it jumped from shelf to shelf. Enoch’s eyes widened as one of his jars toggled over. He was able to catch it in time making him sigh relieved. Mr. Fluffzpants jumped on Enoch hearing footsteps in the corridor. – “Who is it?” – Enoch asked feeling the cat’s tail draped over his shoulder. – “The bird.” – he whispered lowering himself.

“Miss P.” – Enoch gasped out as the cat hid in his sweater. Enoch squirmed as it tickled him. Mr. Fluffzpants moved to his back, grabbing onto his shirt underneath his sweater. There was a knock on Enoch’s door as it made them both gasp. The door opened as Enoch and the cat feared the worst. – “Hi Enoch.” – Enoch sighed relieved as it was only Olive. – “Hi Olive.” – he responded pulling his sweater open by his back. – “Now get off!” – Enoch insisted wiggling his back to get the cat off. Olive stared confused at the display.

She blinked confused when Mr. Fluffzpants dropped onto the ground. The cat hissed at Enoch. – “I saved your catty life!” – he called out. Mr. Fluffzpants bowed his head. It then rushed out of the room past Olive. – “Are you two getting along?” – she asked curious. – “No.” – Enoch responded loudly. – “Not even a little bit?” – she continued sweetly. – “We are not friends.” – Enoch declared. Mr. Fluffzpants made his way to your room as you were there to his surprise.

“Oh where have you been.” – you asked as the cat jumped onto your nightstand. – “You don’t want to know.” – he answered. He lifted his head up as you scratched his neck. – “Do you want a belly rub Mr. Fluffzpants?” – you asked. The cat hopped onto your lap, rolling over. – “You don’t have to say that twice.” – he purred moving a bit with his paws. You smiled rubbing his belly. You sighed soft staring into the distance. Mr. Fluffzpants rolled over, setting his paw against your chest, standing upright.

“What is it owner.” – he asked curious. You gave him a faint smile as he already knew what you were thinking off. – “Don’t think of that boy.” – he called out patting your nose with his soft paw. – “I can’t help it.” – you answered. – “You have me. You needn’t need anyone else. Never had.” – Mr. Fluffzpants reminded you. – “I know… but having Enoch around makes me feel something Fluffz.” – you answered. Mr. Fluffzpants lowered itself on your lap once more. Claire came knocking on your door telling you that diner was ready. After diner were you outside.

Walking a bit around as Mr. Fluffzpants was near you. Guarding you like he always had. He jumped, narrowing his eyes. – “Not a chance.” – he said to Enoch, stopping him from taking another step. Enoch sighed deep. – “Let me have a moment with her.” – he begged. – “No!” – Mr. Fluffzpants answered grumpy. – “I…you owe me for letting you hide from Miss P!” – Enoch let out to blackmail the cat. The cat turned his head rudely. – “That was hardly any saving. It was only Olive.” – he answered dismissively.

Enoch smirked. – “Then you wouldn’t mind me telling Miss P where you are so she can have you clean up your mess.” – he expressed with vanity. The cat remained silent looking anxious around. – “What cat caught your tongue?” - Enoch pressed on. The cat gave him a side-eye for such a stupid comment. Then it sighed loud, sitting down. – “Fine, but only because you please my owner.” – he said, tail swishing over the grass.

“Thank you.” – Enoch said. – “Don’t mention it.” – Mr. Fluffzpants answered. Enoch walked passed the cat over to you. The cat turned watching from afar how Enoch met up with you. Seeing the joy in your eyes upon seeing him. – “Perhaps not so bad after all.” – he muttered with a smile. – “What was that cat?” – Mr. Fluffzpants meowed loud jumping out of his skin.

Panting he looked up to seeing Olive suddenly stand by him. – “Nothing!” – he groaned out annoyed. Olive bend down to him. – “Don’t worry I won’t tell a soul.” – she winked knowing the two of them warming up to each other. Olive left as Mr. Fluffzpants laid himself down in the grass, keeping a watchful eye on you from afar. Just like he always had.

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mlaurenwrites · 26 days

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“I suppose it’s a lot like being a Metamorphmagi,” the healer explained.

Hermione’s brow arched. Her head tilted. “You suppose?”

Seated beside her, she watched Draco tighten his hands around their daughter’s waist. He straightened in his chair, and the veins in his neck protruded beneath his fair skin.

“Yes, suppose. I’m afraid there’s not an exact diagnosis for whatever this is,” the healer continued. “Further testing would be needed. The symptoms here, so to speak, are similar to that of a Metamorphmagus but more-”

“Unpredictable?” Hermione guessed.

“Explosive,” Draco tried, resulting in a harsh glare from his wife.

“I was going to say… peculiar,” the healer concluded.

#a03 #harry potter fanfic #hermione granger #dramione #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #dramione fanfic recs #dramione fanfiction #dramione recs #dramione wip #panville #pansy parkinson fanfic #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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maeby-bby · 1 year

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You Fluster Me

Enoch O'Connor x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1739 A/N: This may be a bit out of character for Enoch but it's an idea I've had in my head for a while now! Reader has a teleportation peculiarity. Reminder requests are open if you want something for the holidays!

You confused Enoch ever since you entered the loop. You were kind to everyone, no matter if they were being rude to you. You were even kind to him, though he never gave you the time of day to begin with. Enoch was intrigued by you entirely and wanted to find ways to talk to you. He would even ask Olive about your interests so he would know what to talk about when he finally got the chance to do so. He was certain he would someday talk to you without messing up.

He didn’t expect it to happen sooner rather than later.

It started in the library when he was going to grab new hearts he had jarred. He had walked past it but did a double take when he saw something moving quickly around the room.

You were teleporting around the shelves, looking all over the books and reading their titles. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you tried to find the book you were looking for. Stopping the teleportation, you looked up at the book you wanted. It was on the very top shelf, not where you had found it the last time you came to the small library. You reached up to grab it but it was just too high for you to reach. You tried different ways, trying to magically stretch your arms just a little bit higher, but to no use. Sighing, you turned around ready to ask Emma if she could possibly help you get the book, but was stopped when you noticed someone standing in the doorway.

“Enoch?”

He stood there wordlessly, his usual blank expression on his face. He looked at you as you said his name, raising his eyebrows a bit at your words. With no expression], he walked over to the shelves you were zipping around earlier. He grabbed the book you were trying to get easily and held it out toward you so you could grab it.

You slowly reached out and took the book from him, looking at the cover.

“Thanks, Enoch! I was going to ask Emma to get it for me, lucky for me you were closer!”

Enoch’s expression didn’t seem to change, as he nodded in acknowledgment and started back to the jarred hearts, pretending that the sudden conversation didn’t affect him. When he reached his room again he could feel his face had turned hot. He hurried back into his work, ignoring Olive’s teasing when she came to his room after hearing what he did for you.

A week or so later after the library incident, Enoch found himself being around you again as Claire wanted both of you to walk with her during the daily walk. She walked in between the two of you, holding each of your hands in hers. Bronwyn had also joined the group, talking to Claire about what games to play when they reached the house again.

“What about hide and seek?” Bronwyn suggested.

“We played that yesterday!” Claire countered.

“Tag?”

“I’m too tired for that!”

“Well then what do you want to play?” Bronwyn asked, giving up on her ideas.

“We should have a tea party!” Claire said excitedly. “We can have our friends join us! You’ll join our tea party won’t you?” She pulled on Enoch’s hand, then yours, getting both of your attention on her.

“Of course, we will honey,” you said with a smile. You looked to Enoch for him to say something, but he was staring at you with his mouth open like his words were caught in his throat. Claire turned her head towards him to see what he would say. He looked down at her, then nodded, turning to look back at the group of peculiars.

Claire and Bronwyn continued to talk about the tea party, asking you questions about how it was going to be set up.

After the walk, you helped Bronwyn set up the tea party, bringing blankets and the teacups to the backyard under the tree. Teleporting in and out of the house, you made sure that the young peculiars had everything they needed before making your way to Enoch’s room to fetch him.

You teleported to the stairs, walking up them nervously. Enoch never really seemed to like you, no matter how hard you tried to be nice to him. Olive reassured you that Enoch just needed some time to get to know you and trust you before he could talk to you the way he does with her.

Reaching his door you raised your hand and knocked. You were met with silence, not even a sound that indicated he was in there.

“The girls are ready to play tea party. Come down when you’re ready.” You said, turning around to teleport back to the girls.

Before you could, you heard the door behind you open up. You looked to see Enoch stepping out and closing the door, keeping his head down as he walked past you. He walked down the hall and towards the stairs, eyes trained on the floor. You watched him go before teleporting just outside the back door, opening it for Enoch once he came down the stairs.

Sitting on the blankets, you and Enoch watched as Claire and Bronwyn poured the tea into teacups and lectured on tea party etiquette. You both accepted the tea from the girls and talked amongst each other until dinner, where Enoch stayed behind to help you take the teapot and cups back into the house.

That night, you told Emma about how Enoch talked to you and helped you take the tea set back into the house. You had even gotten him to crack a smile a couple of times! Over in Enoch’s room, Olive was hearing Enoch’s side of the story. He was telling her how amazing he thought you were, how good you were with the younger peculiars, and how he didn’t mess up talking to you that afternoon.

Over the next couple of days, both you and Enoch started to seek each other out more. Enoch invited you to watch him work on his dolls in his room and you invited him to read with you in the library. You even had some deep conversations about your respective peculiarities, and how it would’ve been to live a normal life without being a peculiar. The two of you had built a nice friendship together, even with Enoch messing up a couple of times with how he worded things.

But Enoch couldn't shake of the feelings he had developed for you. He had knew he liked you a little bit before you officially started to talk to each other, but now knowing you the way he does, he knew he wouldn't be able to hid it. Confiding with Olive on it, he decided he needed to tell you before he made a fool of himself.

The next day, Enoch walked outside looking for you. Hidden behind his back was a small bouquet of flowers he had picked for you. Seeing you lying under the shade of a tree, he made his way over to where you were.

When he got there, he quietly laid down next to you keeping the flowers hidden at his side. He was sure you had heard him walking up, but part of him thought you were asleep.

You were taking in the loop's ambiance when you heard Enoch walk towards you. You had peaked through your eyelashes to confirm it was the quiet peculiar.

The two of you lay in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying the company and the ambiance of the others playing or doing their chores. You turned your head to Enoch, opening your eyes.

"So what brings you out of your dark room today?" You asked.

"...You."

"Me? I hope I didn't look too lonely out here that you would take pity on me."

'No, it's not that. I needed to talk to you actually." Enoch explained, starting to sit up.

Following his movements, you sat facing each other, a confused look on your face as you tried to think of something you did that would prompt Enoch to have a serious talk with you.

Enoch revealed the flowers, holding them out for you to take them. "I just wanted to have a talk because...you fluster me, okay? I can't even think straight when you're around, and I find myself being a nicer person because of you. You're kind, attractive, and smart, and I just can't help myself but like you. More than just a friend. And I hope this doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the same way. But I needed to get it out before I made an absolute fool out of myself keeping it in."

You sat shocked at his words. All this time, he actually liked you? But was too scared to make a move? You took the flowers from him with a smile.

"You know, you have a dimple on your left cheek that shows when you laugh, and every time I saw you I tried to get you to laugh because I thought it was cute."

"So...you think I'm cute?" he questioned.

"I think you're intimidating. But after getting to know you, yes, I do think you're cute. And I would be lying if I said I didn't like you too."

"Really?"

"Yes. Poor Emma has had to hear all of it the entire time."

"Poor Olive has been hearing it from me too I'm afraid."

You shared a laugh together, cheeks tinted pink with a blush.

"Well, I have to get back to my chores, meet you in your room when I'm done?" You asked, starting to stand up.

"Yeah! Yeah, that's completely fine. I'll leave the door open for you." Enoch answered, standing up as well.

"Thanks for the flowers as well, they're very pretty. I'll see you after my chores are done!" You walked up to Enoch and gave him a quick hug, planting a kiss on his cheek before taking a couple steps and teleporting to do your chores.

Enoch stood there, replaying what happened in his head. He raised his hand and put it on his cheek where you had kissed him. Giving a little chuckle, he turned and started his walk back to his room, waiting for you to be done with your chores for the day.

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evil-feather · 7 months

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I finally started writing again. Send motivation and prayers that I actually finish this one😩👀

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine #alma peregrine #ymbryne #miss p #ymbrynes #bird wifeys #wlw #perekoo #miss cuckoo #isabel cuckoo #alma lefay peregrine #perekoo fanfiction #ao3 #mphfpc fanfiction

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arriansarchive · 9 months

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Alma LeFay Peregrine/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader Headcanons

Just pretend your a loop helper or something that the council sent to Alma

There's some headcanons of the kids too

Headcanon prompt(s): You get sent by the council to help Alma and her children, you knew her from some other place and she has an itty bitty crush on you too, some random

The day you were set to come help Alma she got her wards all ready and lined up to meet you in the living room

She was more stern than usual that day because she wanted to make a good impression on you

"Children, we will have a Loop Helper coming for a few years, and I need all of you to be on your best behavior."

"Miss Peregrine, why do you look so flustered today? Will he be mean?"

"No, Claire, but we still need to be good."

Emma caught on really quickly to her crush on you and visa versa

The second you walk in it's all hugs

Alma looked a bit annoyed at your sudden sense of love in front of her children but yk she'll get over it

Abe giggled and Emma slapped him in the back of the head and then led him and the others away

"Leave them be, Enoch! It's not your business."

"They seem to be getting on well."

"Your mocking tone of voice says your not enjoying Miss Peregrine being happy. Why is that?"

"I don't like seeing anyone happy, Emma."

Enoch is your biggest hater

Even whenever you've tried to bond with him by helping with clay figures or Venom trying to talk to him it didn't work.

Speaking of Venom, one day he comes out in front of the kids at dinner and just absolutely devours a raw steak or something and everyone's flabbergasted

"What is that thing?"

"Who not what."

"I didn't ask what; I asked what is that thing!"

Venom scares Enoch and not Claire

CLAIRE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND SHE TRIES TO SPEND LITERALLY EVERY SECOND WITH YOU

She will follow you around the grounds while your helping out with chores or cooking and help you help them

"Mister, do you need any help?"

"Thank you but not right now. You can call me M/N also, Claire."

"What do I call your other guy?"

"Venom."

"So you're like a snake?"

You like to tend to the plants with Fiona and Miss Peregrine likes to watch you from afar

She just really likes seeing her (boy)friend bond with her kids

Ending notes: Okay this was rushed but I still like it so it's being posted

#fanfiction #male reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #symbiote reader #venom reader #venom #alma lefay peregrine #miss peregrine book #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x male reader #miss peregrine x you #miss peregrine x y/n #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x you #alma peregrine x male reader #alma peregrine x y/n

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splinkghost · 24 days

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Mphfpc goes to manhattan accidentally stumblin in to a ongoing war (mphfpc x pjo)

Two days ago Horace and a few others had been informed that there was a loop in the center of Manhattan, The loop had an artifact that the ymbrynes had for years thought to be destroyed.

A few peculiars were to retrieve it,

Horace, Jacob, Millard, Olive and Bronwyn

“Ricky?!” Jacob exchlamed surprised, and slightly horrified.

The green spiky haired boy turns around to show a punk look, at certain a point of time Horace would have thought the guys ‘punk’ choice of clothing to be atrocious but ever since he left cairnholm and the war,Horace would like to think that he is more open minded, so its not super atrocious, only slightly

“Jacob!?” the guy, Ricky, says also surprised.

“aren't you a mortal?”

“aren't you normal?”

They both just look at each other,

Bronwyn gives Jacob a questioning look, so does Olive, he was pretty sure that Millard did too but how could Hotace know.

“Me normal?” Ricky scoffs. “You know what i mean.” Jacob glares at Ricky.

“Wait, you guys know each other?” a guy from slightly behind ‘Ricky’ says.

Also wearing one of those nasty orange shirts, the boy had a small cut on his left cheek oozing out blood and he was holding a sword.

Ricky looks at the boy

“No we don't, I just randomly guessed his name, Damien” Ricky said, in a flat tone of voice.

The boy, Damien, rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, he was waiting for an explanation

“He is my, erm.. He is my ex” Ricky nodded towards jacob.

“Wait for real?” Damien asked.

Ricky looked offended “yeah? What's the problem with that.”

“I don't know, i just didn't think you would be into guys that basic or something” He explained.

“Hey!” Jacob squawked indignantly from my left.

Both Bronwyn and Ricky snorted, and Horace could hear Millard snort too.

“Wait, you're interested in guys?” Olive asked.

“Olive, i don't tell you everything your like ten”

Olive grumbled something about her technically being 97.

“But, what about you and Emma? she is a girl-” Olive was cut off by Jacob in a much louder voice saying “I am bi” his cheeks were slightly tinged with red.

Ricky covered up a laugh by coughing. So did Brownyn.

Olive turned to Bronwyn and mouthed ‘what's that?’

‘Later’ Bronwyn mouthed back.

Ricky bends down to pick up a long bronze sword that Horace ofcourse hadn't realized was on the asphalt.

“What are you?” Ricky questioned, simultaneously Bronwyn asked “wait mortals?”

"Peculiar" Jacob answered towards Ricky.

Ricky ignored him and nodded towards Bronwyn

“yea like half god half mortal, like you guys are demigods right?”

"Demigods?" Millard repeated from my right,

both Damien and Ricky jumped and directed their weapons towards Millard

“Show yourself” Damien sneared.

“Whoah woah woah” Bronwyn said, she let go of Olive's hand and put her hands up in a ‘calm down’ gesture.

“Let's not get violent” she pointed at an empty place where millard presumably was “That's just Millard, he is invisible” Bronwyn threw a modern hoodie towards Millard, where she got the hoodie? we will never know.

Millard caught the blue hoodie, and slid it on.

“Happy?” he grumbled.

“yes, very” Olive smiled at him showing him a thumbs up.

Both Ricky and Damien put down their weapons

"Wait, Millard.. Invisible?” Ricky knitted his eyebrows and he glanced towards Jacob, “Like..those… stories you told?” He breathed out.

Jacob nodded “yeah” he whispered “-those stories”

“they were- are real”

That's when Horace decided to say something

“Im so confused”

Damian nodded sympathetically

“me to bro, me to”

I literally wrote this with 3 hours of sleep in school. kind of a crackfic this sucks but im not gonna re write it or anything

#mphfpc book #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc x pjo #pjo x mphfpc #pjo crossover #mphfpc crossover #crack fic #miss peregrine book #ricky pickering is a demigod #fanfic #fanfiction #mphfpc fanfic #olive abroholos elephanta #millard nullings #bronwyn bruntley #jacob portman #horace somnusson

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multifandomshortstories · 11 months

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I’ve got so many fanfic and oneshot ideas in my phone it’s unreal. They’ve been backed up since like 2020 but I’m always too nervous no one will like them 😭

#marauders #twilight #oneshots #headcannons #teen wolf #marvel #oc characters #x reader fanfiction #x reader oneshots #bobs burgers #Harry Potter #male! wednesday addams x reader #the lost boys 1987 #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #the spiderwick chronicles #fanfiction #probably more fandoms too #mha imagines #self insert

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bring-alessandra-the-horizon · 1 year

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in my healing era (reading miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children fanfiction after a long day @ my 8-4 job)

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc fanfiction #millard nullings #enoch o'connor #jacob portman #emma bloom #hugh apiston #fiona frauenfeld #horace somnusson #bronwyn bruntley #claire densmore #olive abroholos elephanta #why am I reading mphfpc fanfic at my grown age

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cece693 · 3 months

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What Fandoms I Write For/Interests

Hey, if this is your first post of mine, I shake you warmly by the hand :) This space is where I will post fanfics and imagines I come up with since I'm too lazy to do so over at Wattpad. So without further ado... I introduce to you, friends, the fandoms I'm currently writing/am eager to write for (TAKING REQUESTS):

Anything Slasher/Horror

Celebrities (DEPENDS ON WHO THOUGH)

Twilight

Marvel/Avengers

Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments

Divergent

The Hunger Games

The Vampire Diaries

Interview with The Vampire

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

The Outsiders

Fast and the Furious

Night at the Museum

Victorious

The Adams Family

Titanic (MOVIE)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (ANY MOVIE, ADULTS ONLY IF REQUESTING)

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cahleir · 1 year

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PASSING BY | MILLARDNULLINGS

contentwarnings: millard's pov, fem!reader, major character death

angst/fluff

Every morning, at exactly 8:26 AM, you found yourself running a full sprint toward the home. You kept your arms at your side to ensure that you wouldn't trip in your floral dress as you ran.

I'd wait for you on the third step, a few inches away from a pot full of Fiona's lavender astilbes.

"Hello, gorgeous," you'd say with a giddy laugh.

"M'lady," I'd match as I took your hand in mine. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, you know," you'd smile with a knowing look in your eyes. "Just passing by!"

We'd walk along the shore of Cairnholm's beach and swim along the shallow end right beside the lighthouse.

By 9:00 AM we would lay in the sand. Your fingers thread through my hair in a way that made me believe you could see it.

I look up at you as you eyed the crashing waves with a childlike wonder. You glowed. Bits of sand were still washed up in your hair, but it didn't seem to bother you in the slightest because that bright smile of yours wouldn't go away no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

Moments like these made me so happy, so grateful to be alive with you. I told you nearly everything. I told you how I was almost finished reading a book you lent me. I stumbled to put my love for you into words because you needed to know. I told you everything I remembered about what happened 'yesterdays'. But I couldn't tell you about my yesterday. I couldn't tell you about how Jacob Portman had supper with us again last night, or how Miss Peregrine's suddenly stopped asking about you. I couldn't tell you most things because it wouldn't matter. You wouldn't remember.

The next day, I was back on the third step, a little earlier than I should've been. I watch as the rest of the kids did their handful of chores.

In ways, I was lucky. Instead of cleaning up the gutter, I get to spend the whole day with you, everyday.

"Hello, gorgeous," you said smiling, offering a hand. I took it and hoisted myself up with little to know grace.

"M'lady," I gave you a lingering kiss on the cheek as our hands intertwined before we set off to the beach. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, you know," I did know. "Just passing by!"

As we walk along the shore once again, I made sure to keep you closer to my side. Your sundress fluttered in the wind and your cheeks were dusted with pink.

I couldn't help but wonder how you were holding up outside of the loop. Did you remember me? Do you miss me the way I miss you? You're probably in your late eighties by now.

I looked to you, heart full of hope. Were you still alive?

When supper rolled around, I walked you home in the dim lights of Cairnholm. With a kiss good night, and a silent plea for a little more time, I'd run back home for the last meal of the day.

At supper, Jacob had joined us once again and I watched with silent resentment at the looks he shared with Emma. What made it worse was Hugh and Fiona holding hands under the table right across from me. I chewed up my greens and kept my head down. They don't understand how lucky they were. None of them could. Because during the morning after reset, Hugh would help Miss Peregrine with the laundry, Fiona would tend to the garden, Bronwyn would watch over the children, and I would be sitting on the third step, inches away from Fiona's lavender astilbes.

"Mr Nullings," Miss Peregrine said softly, standing beside me. "I'm afraid I have some terrible news."

She sat me down in the parlor with the windows drawn and the doors shut, a worrisome look to her and a fairly ridged posture.

"I hate to keep things from you, and I'm sure you've noticed," Miss Peregrine kept her voice low and her head to the ground as she walked back in forth, a limp in her step.

Miss Peregrine told me all about how you had fallen ill. She'd given me permission to see you outside the loop with Jacob.

We exited the cairn and headed straight to your house, a cottage hidden at the edge of Cairnholm's cozy town.

I knock softly on the door and what answered was a series of frail coughs before you responded with a shakey, "Come on in, the door's always open, dear."

Jacob decided to stay on the porch, inststing on giving us time alone.

Your house stayed the same, lacy curtains and all, but the warmth, your warmth, was missing.

I sat on a stool beside the bed where you laid, your hand in mine. Your easy were still closed and i couldn't help but feel nothing but regret.

I regret not waking up to you in the morning. I regret all the days I spent withering away in the loop instead of withering away with you.

When you opened your eyes, I couldn't stop the sting behind my eyes when you flinched away. You still had the same beautiful eyes, but with crows feet around the edges to reflect your age. You still had the same long hair, but it was accompanied with grey at the roots. I regret not growing old with you like I promised.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Millard..." You said, a strain in your voice as I watched tears begin to gather in your eyes. "I've missed you," I gave your hand a soft, reassuring squeeze. I wasn't going anywhere this time.

"Well, lucky for you," I felt myself start to tear up and I never in my life hoped as much as I did now that you could see the way I looked at you; lovesick. "I was just passing by."

A/N Hope you enjoyed even a little bit of this fic because I was winging it the entire fucking time.

Please tell me if there are any misspellings, English isn't my first language lmao

#millard nullings #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #fanfic #millard nullings x reader #mphfpc #angst #fluff #what else do i put wtf #fanfiction #cahleir

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Days like this (Reader x Enoch O’Connor)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernameis, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

Puffing loud, you rolled over from your back to your stomach on Enoch’s bed. Enoch working on one of his puppets. Olive standing curious behind him. – “What is it Y/n?” – he asked, not even looking up. You sighed dramatically loud to catch his attention, letting your fingers pull some hair up. Enoch quirked his eyebrow up, knowing something was wrong. – “Y/n are you going to tell me, or do I have to force it out of you?” – he rested his wrists over one another, tool in his hand.

Pouting your lips, you shrugged your shoulders. – “Alright I get it.” – he spoke moving back in his chair. Olive looked curious over to you. – “You need my attention, you’ll get it.” – Enoch continued, setting his tool down. You curled up a smile, watching him shove his chair back. – “But your puppets.” – Olive muttered, gesturing at them. – “You were going to show me a performance.” – she turned when Enoch walked around her over to you.

“Tomorrow, Olive.” – he answered. Placing his hands down on the matrass with you, he bend over to kiss you. – “Satisfied?” – he asked smirking. – “Not quite.” – you answered. Enoch sighed straightening his posture. Offering you, his hand. Squealing loud, you accepted it, swinging your legs over the edge.

Walking hand in hand, he went out of his room. Leaving Olive as she was of no interest to him. In the hallway, he spun you around so he could wrap his arm around you. Cozy pressed against each other, shared you another kiss. – “Gross.” – you suddenly heard. Looking away, you saw Horace with his arms crossed. Claire beside him giggling.

Enoch stuck his tongue out to him as you chuckled. Pulling at his hand, you went further down the hallway, squeezing yourself between Claire and Horace. Running down the stairs, you nearly ran Emma over. – “Watch where you go!” – she called out annoyed. Enoch and you made your way outside to escape the suffocating house. Don’t get it wrong, it was lovely, but… very much the same. You waved from afar at Fiona and Hugh near the greeneries.

Enoch pulled hard at your hand, startling you. He wanted you all for himself and it was showing. Quickening his pace, he rushed with you to a more secluded area. You laughed when he grabbed you by the waist, twirling you towards him. Hands pressed against his chest, you smiled. Enoch kissed your neck, making your head fall back.

“I love you Y/n.” – he said by your ear. Eyes widening when he grabbed your hand firmly. Giving you a good spin. Confused and a bit dizzy, you held your hand against him once more. Enoch smiled, guiding one hand to your waist. One look of him, spoke a thousand words. You nodded, straightening your posture.

Enoch took a step forwards as you moved your feet back. Dancing in the open grass with him. Slow dancing till he let you twirl under his arm. Laughing giddy, you loved this romantic side of him. Both hands on your hip, he swayed them from side to side. Slowing down as you rested your head on his shoulder. – “Truth Y/n…” – he started. – “Without you I don’t know how much longer I could be trapped here.” – he confessed, making you look up to him.

“You make it worth waking up every morning all over again.” – taking a deep breath, you held your hand against his cheek. – “Same goes for me Enoch.” – you responded. – “And I love you very much for that.” – Enoch and you stared lovingly at each other. Leaning in closer to share a kiss. Kissing him without boundaries.

Enoch took your hand, leading you closer to a tree. Sitting down as he pulled you down with him. You laid yourself down, head on his lap. His fingers running through your hair soothingly. Having your eyes closed, you enjoyed the sounds of nature.

Birds chirping, the wind gentle on your skin. Enoch’s warmth, the quiet. You could literally fall asleep like this. Perhaps you did. Enoch leaned down to kiss your forehead. – “You are the most precious constant presence in my life.” – he said to you. You inhaled deep, snuggling closer to him. Enoch’s arm resting protective over your body, watching you rest in his arms.

What could be better than this. Drawn to a living being rather then the dead, he is familiar with. Smiling down at you, he truly felt like having found his other half. The light sight to his darker shade. A radiant sun circling around his moon.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children Fandom Masterlist

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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🐦miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children masterlist🐦

🕰️ alma lefay peregrine.

🥾 jacob portman.

🔥 emma bloom.

🫀 enoch o’connor.

🌼 olive abroholos elephanta.

📚 millard nullings.

🪨 bronwyn bruntley.

🐝 hugh apiston.

🌿 fiona frauenfeld.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 18 days

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A Peculiar Flock of Crows: Leaving the Roost

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children fusion) Summary: The Blitz and the war have uprooted a lot of people from their homes. Most children were supposed to be sent to the safety of the English countryside, but with all the havoc rushing around them it's a half given that some would slip through the cracks. Warnings: Mentions of parental death, mentions of pedophilia, and attempted child murder Word Count: 7,544 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey & Nina Zenik

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A/N: We have another fusion series! I've done this for Umbrella Academy before but I honestly think that the Crows fit so well into this universe. Let me know what you guys think, I'm very excited to hear it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

The anger had being forced out of his own city was going to eat Kaz Brekker alive.

He stood on the platform for the train for longer than he should have with his dark coffee eyes trying to bore a hole in the city that he had grown so fond of. London was not the place that he was born, he had never even expected to see somewhere that size. He had found a new family after losing the only person that he had always expected to be by his side. He had built up an empire before he had even hit the legal age of adulthood.

Now it was all coming crashing down around him because some fascist in another country had been given too much power. The Blitz had already taken out most of the rooftops of the places in the West End, places that Kaz had distinct memories of learning the secrets of. He wasn’t sure what place he was going to be returning to when he finally got the okay from his employer to return to the city that had birthed the new person that he was today.

He had loathed his age many times over, but this was the one time that he actually wanted to bite it out of his being. He was sixteen, which meant that he was too young to fight in the war (regardless of his disability) and instead had to stay back to be shipped off to the countryside with a number of other children because his employer was functionally his new guardian. Kaz was not a child, he wanted a chance to sink his talons into the people that had destroyed the one chance at happiness that he had built up brick by singular brick.

“Come on, boy, we don’t have any more time,” the man that was supposed to be escorting that wave of children growled. Kaz had already had his tag checked so that they knew who he was and that he should have boarded the train so that there was more room for the other kids that were traveling to their new homes. He had wanted just a moment to look at the place that he was being so forcefully removed from and was becoming more irate by the second at the idea of being forced away from it.

He turned so that he could face the man speaking to him before he had the chance to grab at the teenager. He was tall, with a ruddy face and graying red hair neatly combed back to compliment his beard. He was wearing a pair of heavy, dark sunglasses over his eyes despite it being overcast. Kaz hadn’t touched the man with his bare hands, which was usually what it took for him to understand something in and out, but there was a creeping feeling in the back of his spine that told him that something was very, very wrong. It was more than just a superstition or stress from the changes in his life, it was like his very soul was screaming at him to get away.

“Leave me be, why don’t you?” he snarled, his teeth snapping and dangerous as he stalked to the only open train compartment that he could find. The others were full of blubbering children, soldiers, or other adults that Kaz had no intention of striking up a conversation with.

He flopped down onto the seat and then stretched his bad leg out so that it was resting on the seat across from him. He was glad that he had been put on one of the trains with private compartments, even if he wanted to be one of the soldiers or staying in his city instead of a minor ward of the state. He knew that it was unrealistic to think of fighting in the war when he couldn’t even stand on his own, but he was sure that he would make a good spy or even a code breaker like they let girls be when they joined in the effort.

He was only alone for a couple minutes longer before the door opened and the same man that had tried to touch him outside entered. Kaz shoved the leather of his gloves more securely around his wrist so that he wouldn’t accidentally touch anything if the man were to accost him again. It wasn’t like he had a seizure when he touched someone, but knowing the insides of a person sometimes felt so overwhelming that it made him puke. He didn’t feel like doing that in his new train car.

“Can I help you?” he rasped. His voice had been damaged from when he had gotten sick with whatever he and Jordie caught from the docks. He spoke deeper than most kids his age and thought that would have saved him from the very fate that was befalling him now, but he was betrayed by his own gang leader.

“I’m just coming to make sure you’re okay, boy, no need to be so rough,” the man replied. His Scottish accent was about as thick as they came with the words still being clear. It had likely been unintelligible before he had moved to London or worked in England.

“Well I’m fine, so you can leave,” he snarled. He shifted his cane so that it was grasped in one of his gloved hands and his leg was off the seat, despite the pain that was causing him.

“I don’t think that I will, just because you said that,” he replied as he sat down. The train lurched forward as they began to pull out of the city that Kaz had built himself a home in. They were heading to countrysides that would be unknown and yet more known than anything else to Kaz, and that was part of the reason that he was so upset. He hadn’t been back out to the farm country since he had walked into London for the first time. Jordie had been too sick to bring them back to the little village that they knew and missed by the time that Kaz managed to pull the strength out of himself to ask to go back.

He stayed silent for a while longer before the man spoke again, which forced his attention back to his direction. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Why would I tell you that? I don’t even know who you are,” Kaz snapped in reply. He wasn’t stupid even if he looked like he could still be wet behind the ears. The only reason that he hadn’t scrubbed that appearance from his skin entirely was because he could still use it to his advantage. Tourists passing through the shops along the busiest streets of London paid no attention to a boy that looked like their nephew or sons, and thus didn’t feel the need to keep their wallets and purses as close to themselves when he was passing by.

“My name is Jacob Hertzoon. I work with the social services department, which is why I’m helping all you kids get safely out to the country,” he explained.

Kaz barely believed him. That cool rush of water was still dripping down his spine. It was letting him know that something was wrong, just as it had when Jordie first started coughing. When he glanced back to Jacob, he noticed that the dark sunglasses he had been wearing on the platform were still firmly planted on the bridge of his nose.

“The name is Kaz. You can leave me be now, I promise that I won’t jump out of the moving train window. I’m not stupid,” he spat. If he was rude and abrupt enough he knew that he would be left alone, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn’t want to keep feeling like he was moments away from drowning when he already had to wade through his massively complicated feelings.

“I think that I’ll stay right here, boy,” Jacob replied. The darkness in his voice made Kaz sit up straight and grasp the head of his cane even tighter than he had before. It didn’t sound like something he wanted to deal with, not when he was supposed to be sent away for a mandatory relaxing vacation in the middle of a world war. Whoever that man was, he was dangerous.

He turned his head and stared out of the window for the duration of the journey. He absolutely refused to turn and look back at the man on the other seat. He was half worried that if he did, then it would end with him being consumed like the knights in the fairytales his mother had told him before she had gotten sick. He knew that it was ridiculous, that if he was really in danger then he wouldn’t be hurt until they got to the last stop. There were too many people around them for the man to murder him while they were on the train.

He ignored the questions that were asked of him throughout the journey as well, keeping his head stubbornly turned towards the window. The train slowed to a crawl as they began to approach the station and Kaz rose, “I’m using the bathroom. If you follow me, I’ll tell everyone that you’re a pedophile.”

The man didn’t reply to that, which made Kaz half think that he had learned something about being belligerently quiet to avoid getting information stolen. It worked in his favor, though, because he was able to slip from the train car. He was aware that they had not stopped in the town that he was meant to go to. While he had never been out of London, he did remember the train ride that they had taken from the edge of Wales to the city. The town that they had stopped in was barely even a break on the rolling farmland, nothing like massive web of chaos that he had come from or the tidily bustling town he had been born in.

He had said something about how similar it was to the place that he had grown up when he and Jordie had seen it. He didn’t really want that to be his final landing place until the war had finally ended. A larger part of him refused to go back to the train compartment with Jacob Hertzoon, though. The last time that he had gotten that feeling and then refused to listen to it, his brother had taken the job that had resulted in him dying.

Kaz was going to get off and he was going to find his way to safety. It wasn’t that hard for him to slip his glove off and press his fingers to the door. He understood the lock with a sudden rush of information into his mind and then was able to kneel down to pick it. He was grateful for the sleight of hand that he had learned from the last time that he had purposefully touched someone, it meant that it was possible for him to pick the lock while the train was still slowly rocking to a halt. By the time it had all but stopped, the door swung open and he jumped down with his cane acting as his proper leg onto the gravel next to the tracks.

He righted himself and tugged his leather glove back over his hand as he walked away from the train like he hadn’t just escaped what might have led to his death or even more pain. People didn’t look at him because he knew what he was doing, even though the train picked up and kept moving not long after it had stopped.

Many of the roads in the small town led out to farms that were dotted across the countryside. Kaz wasn’t fond of the memories that were going to crop up because of it, but a hayloft was a better place than none to bed down for the night.

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Jesper Fahey had been waking up with the sun for as long as he could remember. It came with the territory of being a farm boy, but he also could never stop moving. As soon as his brain began to push away the dreams from the night, his body would begin twitching and he just had to wake up. He remembered that his mother was much the same way, which always made him feel slightly wistful in the mornings.

He rose early that day, but stayed laying in the bed as he adjusted to the warmth of the body next to him. A lot of his life had changed since beginning of the war, the biggest thing being the young girl that they had taken in. A lot of the houses around them were taking in children from the city, but theirs was different.

“Nina, wake up,” he whispered as he rolled over and poked at her side.

Nina Zenik was a beautiful girl, even if Jesper didn’t exactly see her that way. She had a plump body and perfect sun-kissed skin. Freckles dotted over the perfect round shape of her face and brought out the vivid green of her eyes. Her hair was currently haloed around her in a brown spiral, the curls taking over the pillows that they were supposed to be sharing.

She whined and rolled away from the offending digit, holding onto her side. “Jesper, if something bad isn’t happening and you just woke me up for nothing I’m going to kill you,” she groused.

“Nothing bad is happening, but I woke you up so that we could have some time together without Da watching us like we’re going to be kidnapped at any second,” Jesper replied a bit sourly. He loved his father more than most teenagers loved their parents, but he was beginning to feel suffocated by his worries. He understood that they were experiencing unprecedented times because of the war and what was going on in his mother’s world, but it was too much for him to bear.

One of her green eyes peeled open to stare at him. “Do you mean…?” she trailed off, like she was scared that if she said it out loud then it would summon Colm to their little room.

The cabin was small, which meant that it was likely that Colm could hear them talking. They had a dining and living area in the same room, a comfortable space where they could take their evenings quietly. There was an upper half-floor in the attic where Jesper and Nina slept in a bed that was actually two small mattresses pushed together so that they could cuddle. The other things downstairs were the kitchen and the bedroom that Jesper’s parents had slept in.

“I do mean,” he nodded. Despite the cold leaching in from the bitter autumnal morning, Jesper threw the blankets off of his body and then rose to his feet. “You promised when you first showed up that you would help me and today is the day!”

“I thought that we were going to have to do more farmwork,” Nina stretched her arms high above her head and flexed her back.

“Da and I finished getting everything set up for next year yesterday, remember? That’s why you and I got to share the last slice of pie,” he answered as he kicked the bed.

The motion was enough to get his friend to finally rouse from her sleeping position on the floor. She rolled slowly from the bed and then stood at attention next to her friend. They both grinned before they began their daily race to get dressed as quickly as they could.

Jesper dressed as he always did, with a striped white and blue shirt held up by black suspenders and brown cuffed pants. Nina was dressed without trousers that day since she didn’t have to help them in the surrounding fields. Instead, she was wearing a pretty red dress that was form fit to her body. She looked every bit the type of girl that should be going to school in the city instead of hiding from monsters at a farm she had never seen before.

“Are you ready?” he asked when she finished running the brush through her beautiful ringlets.

“Are we going to get breakfast first?” she replied as she began to head for the stairs.

“Of course we are, I’m not a lunatic,” he snorted. They pushed and shoved at each other as quietly as they could while they headed down the stairs. They had to make sure that they didn’t wake Colm so that he wouldn’t walk in on them when they were in the barn doing things that he had expressly forbade them from doing.

When they got to the kitchen, Nina darted for the leftover pastries that they had been slowly biting bits off of from the festival the other night. There was only one serving left, which meant that one of them was going to get it and the other was going to have to eat bread with jam on it. Neither of them were willing to wait while the stove heated or risk Colm hearing the snap of the logs in the fire.

Jesper lurched towards the counter and then snatched the items before Nina’s delicate fingers were able to wrap around it. “Ha!” he leered as he took a bit out of the corner of the scone. His mouth was flooded with the taste of orange and white chocolate. He wished that they could relive the day of the festival over and over if it meant that he got to eat such delicacies until his belly hurt.

“You suck,” Nina groused as she turned towards the breadbox instead. Jesper knew that she didn’t really mean it, she was happy to have become quick friends with him and she loved eating no matter what it was.

They were both eating their breakfasts as they left the house down the back porch, which was less likely to wake Colm because the wall of the kitchen was in between them and his bedroom. Jesper handed Nina about half of the scone and got half her piece of bread in thanks for it.

He had always been isolated from other people his age, for as long as he could remember. His parents had never conceived another child after him and he had lived too far away from any other families that had children his age to have playmates. He hadn’t minded it when his mother was around because she made sure to include him everything that she did, no matter how boring other adults would assume that he found it. After she had died and his father had to do work that Jesper physically wasn’t old enough to do, he had found the intense loneliness almost drowning him.

Then Nina had come to their home and he finally knew what it was like to be someone’s friend. He was sure that if he had known other people well before her, they wouldn’t have grown as close as they had. He was almost glad for his isolation since it meant that he was more comfortable putting his everything into Nina. He liked sharing sweet things with her, working with her so that their chores were more fun, and sleeping beside her. He couldn’t imagine having anyone else in the place of his best friend.

They walked through the short yard and over to the barn. “Did your da leave the door open last night?” Nina asked around her thumb. She was holding her scone in her other hand so that she could savor it after the less flavorful option had been consumed.

“I don’t think that he would have,” Jesper shook his head. “He’s never done it before. Maybe it blew open in the wind?”

“It’s not like Colm wasn’t exhausted yesterday, maybe he was just too tired to yank it all the way closed.”

“The doors aren’t that heavy, Nina,” he rolled his eyes. He grabbed the handle of the barn door and then yanked it open with a single, fluid movement. As soon as he and Nina were on the other side of the threshold, he yanked it shut and then swung the little latch into place. The windows had been opened so that they could continue to air out the straw that had recently been cut, which allowed the early morning sun to stream down onto the ground. If they had shut the windows, then they both would have been trapped in oppressive darkness.

“Finish your breakfast and then we can go up into the loft and practice,” Jesper mumbled as he stretched his long arms up above his head so that he could pop his shoulder.

Nina hummed as she took another bite of her breakfast. “What do you think I can practice with today?”

“What did we do last time?” he asked. Jesper could never sit still, to the point where Nina called it his fatal flaw. Even now, he was pacing around the barn while plucking at the bits of the wood that the chickens had peeled away the year before when they had been low on feed.

“We worked with me speeding up your heart, but I don’t really want you having another attack,” she explained.

“Maybe you could calm it down,” he shrugged.

“Or we could just get you to actually bend the metals,” Nina teased. Jesper flushed and then turned back to the wood, only to jump away from it when he noticed that it had taken on the shape of his fingers.

The girl beside him placed a hand on his arm to try and settle the nerves that she knew were rattling around inside of him. She had only spent a couple of months with the Faheys, but she had a natural gift for reading people and telling what was wrong with them. It was different than the Talent that she had, similar to the one that Jesper had and the one that his mother had, but a gift nonetheless. “You don’t have to be scared of it, Jes,” she whispered. The scone was gone, which allowed her to slip her slightly-sticky fingers through is own.

“It’s scary, though,” he shook his head. “I guess this is why we have to practice, right?”

“Right. And everything in the world is scary right now, there’s nothing that we can do to avoid that. But like your da says, there’s no point in worrying when you’re already doing everything that you can to protect yourself,” Nina said. He wondered how she managed to be so steadfast and strong even when their world was pushed into the void of confusion and chaos. It wasn’t that long ago that her entire life had been uprooted and she was forced to live with strangers, relying on luck alone that she didn’t have to conceal her identity.

Jesper leaned in and pecked her on the cheek like he would his mother or a sister he never got to have. He then let go of her hand so that he could yank himself up the ladder. The fear over what his own two hands could do was overwhelmed with the exciting rush that came with connecting to his mother through the gift that she had passed down to him. He wished that she had been able to stay for longer so that he could have learned more from her. He supposed that Nina was a good enough substitute since she had come from the same minor sector of the world that hid their people away.

Nina followed close behind him so that they were both standing on the sun-bleached boards of the hayloft. They walked over to the oldest bale of hay where they had hidden their practice chest. As soon as they got up there, they both paused and turned to look at each other. It was a way for them to confirm that what they were seeing was actually real and wasn’t a trick of the light. They had been through a lot together and seen some very strange things, their own talents included, but this was something that threw them both off.

In front of them, in the big haystack where their chest was hidden, was a boy. He looked to be about the same age as them based on the shape of his face and the height that he was laying down. He had skin that was so pale he could be mistaken for a vampire or a cloud. His dark black hair was sheered close to his head on the sides and left long and slicked back on the top of his head, like he had walked straight from the twenties in the Americas. He was dressed in a thick black winter coat that was covering a black button up shirt and a silver vest, accented by the black straight-legged pants and shined shoes. He had a walking stick clutched in his gloved hands, the head curling down into a crow’s skull.

“Is he dead?” Jesper whispered to Nina. His mind was whirling with a thousand thoughts and suddenly he was wishing that they hadn’t snuck away from his father so that they could get some help from him.

“I don’t think so,” Nina whispered. She held her hands out in front of her with her thumb holding down her pinky and ring finger. Her pointer and middle fingers crossed over each other as she locked her elbows. It was a stance that Jesper had only seen once or twice before, but what happened afterwards was a big enough shock that it wasn’t easy to forget it.

The boy on the floor jumped and his eyes shot open. He planted the cane down on the planks of the loft and then got to his feet with a single motion. “What do you want?” he snarled, his dark-coffee eyes bitter with something feral and alarming.

Despite the danger that they were facing with a stranger that might be associated to the people that had tried to kill them once before, Jesper couldn’t help but scoff. “What do we want?” he snarked. “You’re the one that decided to take a nap in my da’s barn.”

“You’re the farmer that owns this place?” the boy asked as he eyed them both warrily.

“Technically yes, but my da is the one with the name on the deed. Now what are you doing in here?” Jesper asked. He likely didn’t have to provide the extra bit of information, but he was nervous so his mouth was running on its own. Next to him, Nina slowly lowered her hands so that they were no longer crossed. She kept her fingers flexed, which would help her direct his power if the boy decided that he as going to try something on them.

“I simply wanted a place to stay for the night. If you would move out of the way of the ladder then I can be on my way,” he said, gesturing with the base of his cane.

Nina and Jesper glanced at each other and then back to the boy. She spoke to him for the first time since she had woken him up, “Did you run away from the train?”

“What train?” he snapped.

“The train that brings all the kids out here to the countryside, away from the bombs,” Jesper supplied. He wasn’t speaking in a way that was demeaning or cruel, he had worked hard to make sure that his tone was level when he brought that up. The farm next to theirs had taken in a boy that had come from a bigger city on the coast that had been evacuated and had some very strong opinions about being removed from his home.

“I don’t think that it’s any of your business,” the boy answered as he moved to dart around them.

“Hold still!” Nina shouted as her hands flew out in front of her. Jesper knew what she was doing, she had done the same thing to him when he and his father had found her traveling on the road, her face black and blue. She was reaching into the boy so that she could control the blood in his veins and make him stay where he was. “You’re going to have to give us some more proof of who you are so that we know you’re not a wight.”

“A what?” the boy spat. “I don’t know what the Hell you two are talking about or how you managed to stop me from moving, but you would do well to let me go. If you have to know what I’m doing in here then fine, I’ll tell you!”

“That’s quite literally what we wanted,” Nina snarked back at him.

The boy childishly stuck his tongue out at her, which made him appear even younger than he had before. “I was put on the train by my foster father because he thought that I would do better away from the fighting and didn’t want anything to be too suspicious. However, I was accosted by a man that I didn’t want to be around. So I left. And now I need to leave again to make sure that he doesn’t find me.”

The other two teenagers glanced at each other to try and determine what they were going to do next. The world had become a far more dangerous place when the war had started, but for them it had already been risky to live at home. They were pushing their luck and their chances already, but it sounded like they were about to take the leap that Colm had been silently begging them not to since Nina had come to their farm.

“What did his eyes look like?” Nina asked.

Jesper took a step back towards the ladder so that he could get out and get his father in the off chance that something went wrong. Nina knew more about what she was talking about in this kind of situation anyway, so it was better to let her have the lead. While Jesper had been working with some of he bone buttons on his mother’s clothing, he hadn’t gotten the mastery of it that he would need to be able to wield bone without directly touching it yet. He was virtually unable to do anything to control the boy they had found, while Nina was able to reach into the body of anyone and control them with a single thought.

“I wasn’t able to see his eyes, he was wearing dark glasses. Fucker was looked so stupid that he actually wore them when he came into the train too,” the boy sneered.

Both of the other teenagers went rigid when they heard him say that. Jesper had never seen a wight in person, but Nina had taught him how to spot them when they were last out on the town. “I think that you should come into the house and have some breakfast with us. We have some more things that we need to talk to you about.”

“Only if your friend there stops grabbing at me with her mind,” the boy replied bitterly.

“I make no promises. You could be a wightling,” she snarled at him. Nina dropped the stance that her hands had been in and then climbed over to the ladder. She got down on the base level of the barn and left the two boys alone. Jesper wasn’t prepared to just plunge right into the unknown while leaving a stranger with all the crops from his farm, so motioned for the new member of their little group to go first.

Soon, all three of them were down at the bottom. They filed back to the house in silence and then sat at the little four-person table in the Fahey family’s dining room. Jesper was running his fingers over the little divots in front of his spot where he had first begun to practice his ability to warp wood. “My name is Jesper, by the way. That’s Nina.”

“Why would I care?” the boy asked.

“Figured that if we were going to be chatting with you for a while then you might like to know our names,” he replied with a small shrug.

The boy went quiet for a bit before he finally said, “Kaz.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kaz,” Nina said. She had obviously collected herself in the couple of seconds that she had gotten on her own while they were coming back to the house. Her diplomatically soft voice had returned, though the fire burning in her green eyes was still alight. “Can you do anything strange?”

“What on earth is that supposed to mean?” Kaz asked as he looked at her, though his brows continued to be furrowed even when the surprised look melted from his features.

“You know, things that other people can’t do,” Jesper replied. He picked up the fork that had been left on the table from when they were doing dishes the night before. He pressed his thumb to the space just underneath where the metal widened and then ran it down the entire base. As he went, the metal creaked and bent so that it was out in a perfect half moon. “Something like that,” he explained as he set the temporarily ruined piece down on the table.

“Right,” Kaz frowned.

“It can also be something physically different with you,” Nina suggested.

“Like what?” Kaz asked, his hands tightening on the head of his cane.

“Cloven hooves, a back mouth, extra eyes on your thumbs, another set of fully functional legs,” she rambled them all off at once.

“I don’t understand why you two are asking me this,” Kaz bit out.

Jesper couldn’t help it. He knew that the situation was serious and they could be in danger, they could even be putting his da and the surrounding farms in danger, but he laughed. “Seeing as you didn’t run away screaming when I bent a fork using nothing but my fingers, I think that you have some idea.”

“The metal in the fork could have been tin or some other illusion,” Kaz replied. He reached out and picked up the fork so that he could repeat the motion but in reverse. Nothing happened.

“You can hand me something of yours and I’ll do the exact same thing to it,” Jesper shrugged. “I haven’t met anyone other than my ma who could do that, so I don’t think that they’ve come up with magic tricks catered specifically to people like us.”

Nina had obviously been growing more and more frustrated with the boys arguing so she suddenly snapped, “We’re asking if you’re peculiar. I’ve already been driven from my loop and I don’t fancy having to go on the run again if you’ve managed to bring a wight to our front garden!”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” Kaz snarled. “Of course I’m able to do something that no one else can do. I became the leader of the best gang in London when I was fourteen and I can undo any lock just by touching it to know how it works. I don’t know what a peculiar is, what a loop is, or what a bloody fucking wight is, but I would appreciate it if you let me be on my way!”

The door on the other side of the house slammed closed like someone hadn’t been there to guide it into the frame. It happened a lot, since their house was slowly tilting as the ground underneath it settled. This time, it told the other two occupants that the only adult had risen. They all went dreadfully quiet, like they were waiting for the bombs that plagued the cities and coasts.

Jesper slowly turned his head to the side and saw that his father was standing in the doorway. He was still wearing the clothing that he slept in, a pair of loose linen pants and a paint-stained tanktop. He looked towards Jesper, then to Nina, and then finally settled on Kaz. He was quiet for a while longer before he asked, “What have you children done?”

“Da, I promise that this isn’t as bad as it seems,” Jesper said quickly. He stood up so that he could approach his father on a more level field. He was terrified of what the other man was going to do now that their secret had been discovered in that way. He knew that his father loved him and that he was a very rational person, but there was a good chance that he would send Nina away if he thought that she was too much of a danger to them.

“I think that it actually is, Jes,” Nina replied around her hand. She was covering her elegantly curved lips with the tips of her fingers as her chin rested in her palm. It was what she did and what she had always done when she was stressed.

The other peculiar turned around and shot her a withering glare before he took Colm’s hand and then led him towards the table, “Come and talk to us about this, Da. We can explain everything, I promise.”

“What’s going on, Jes?” Colm asked, his eyes still locked on the new teenager seated at his table. He fell down into the seat that Jesper had been in before, his calloused hands brushing over the mark in the table.

Jesper tried not to think about all of the other times that he had seen his father brush over that mark. They both used it as a way to connect to Aditi after her death, but neither of them ever said anything about her. He collapsed down into the seat across from his father and then started talking, “I know that you said that Nina and I aren’t supposed to practice, but we thought that it would be a good idea for us to just get a little bit of training in case someone came to hurt us or take us. But when we got up into the hayloft we found him, and now we think that he’s peculiar too.”

He tried not to take the wince that Colm gave upon hearing the name of what his son and wife were to heart. He knew that it was hard for his father to accept that he loved two people that had an opening to a world he could never enter into. It was the one thing that Jesper connected to Aditi with that Colm could never really understand, which had caused a lot of strife between the two of them.

“What were you doing in the hayloft?” Colm asked as he turned to Kaz instead of addressing what his son had just said.

“I was sleeping. I didn’t want to go to the town that I was sent to by my foster father,” Kaz replied. He was giving Colm a slightly different answer than he had given Jesper and Nina, but neither of them could really fault him for it given the situation that they were also currently wading through.

“And why is that?”

“There was a man on the train that had taken a particularly nasty interest in me, I think that my ability was telling me that it was a bad situation to be in,” he answered. He looked uncomfortable at mentioning his ability, but it was a shocking thing to realize about something that had been considered normal in one’s mind. Jesper knew that firsthand.

“Nina?” Colm asked. He was always able to tell when one of his wards was brimming with something that they wouldn’t be quiet about until they got it out of their systems.

The girl in question startled slightly before she looked guiltily down at the fine woodgrain of the table. “I’m not sure that it’s safe for us to stay here. I think that it would be a good idea for us to go out and try to find a loop to stay in, where the wights and hollows can’t go.”

The only adult in the room looked like the weight of the world had just been dropped down onto his shoulders. Jesper knew that they both trusted Nina’s sense about the world of the peculiars since neither of them had been particularly deep in it, and she had, but he wished that she hadn’t said that. They had been fine pushing their luck without finding a loop or a ymbryne for that long, he was sure that a while longer would be fine. He wasn’t ready to force his father to lose him while the war was happening, not after he had already lost his wife.

Colm closed his eyes and took in several deep breaths to steady himself before he asked, “Do you think that you could find Ms. Eagle again?”

Nina shook her head, brown ringlets bouncing around her freckled face. “Ms. Eagle’s loop was based in Russia. It’s very unlikely that we would be able to get back to there, even through loop jumping. The only reason that I ended up back in the UK was because of the transport scheme that Kirigan was doing to so many of us.”

It surprised Jesper that she was actually talking about that. She had admitted that she was peculiar the second night after she had come to stay with them, but she very rarely spoke about her previous experiences with the peculiar world. She told them what her ymbryne’s name was, what her ability was, and very briefly spoke about some of the others she had known. They knew that she had a loop, but not why she wasn’t in it currently.

“What do you think the best course of action is, then?” Jesper asked. He folded his arms over his chest to try and protect what felt like his bleeding heart from the threat of being separated from his father and the only home that he had ever known. He had always wanted to explore the world at large, but there was something scary about breaching into an unknown land with unknown rules.

Nina worried her lip between her teeth for a moment before she said, “I don’t think it’s safe for us to stay here anymore. If we were, then we would have to make sure to never use our abilities so that the hollowgasts could never figure out where we are. I don’t think that Kaz’s is something that he can turn off, and I don’t even think about using mine anymore. Jes has too many accidents for us to count on him either.”

“Thanks,” he groused, though it was mostly just to make himself feel better.

“Sorry, love, but you know that I’m right,” Nina shrugged as she gave his hand a comforting squeeze. He did know, though it was kind of shameful to admit that he couldn’t control something that was inherent to his being. “It would be best if we could find another loop or somehow found another way to contact the ymbryne council.”

“I don’t want to hide anywhere when there’s a war going on,” Kaz shook his head. “Those fascist fuckers forced me out of the city that I built and I’m not going to let them tell me what I can do if I can help it in the slightest.”

Nina looked him over for a moment before she gave a nod of understanding. “If we manage to reach out to a loop and get in contact with their ymbryne, then we can get a fighting license from the council. They’ll give us training on our abilities and make even teams so that we can fight back against the wights. They’re the real reason that you were sent from your home, I can promise you that.”

“So we’re really leaving?” Jesper asked, sparing a glance at his father.

Colm nodded in understanding. He had his hands crossed in a very similar way to Jesper and his face was sullen with the gravity of the situation. “One night can’t hurt. You three can bed down here and then in the morning, you can head out before the dawn. That way no one can see you and you’ll have a head start to the wight that was harassing Kaz. I’ll head to town today while you all get to know each other. You don’t want to be traveling and fighting with people that you don’t really know, after all.”

The scraping of the chair against the floor filled the house, and then the steps of the man heading towards the door. Jesper barely even thought about the fact that his father hadn’t had any breakfast before he had left. He was too focused on the fact that he was going to be leaving his home, the only place that he had ever known, the halls that were haunted with images of his mother. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time, somehow.

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Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings: sickness but comfort :)

Word count: 1807

Tags: @sam1kath @vykanya @mmemalwa @msperegrinesimp @l-lizzy-y

Notes: I know I know, this took me ages, terribly sorry about that. Also about one tiny thing (because it bothers me somehow): I settled for Fay as Alma's nickname given by Isabel YEARS ago and I actually find it cute to this day. I did cringe the hell when I wrote this because I don't wanna write my name in there so we'll just pretend like I'm not called Fay, right? Thanks🥲

Anyways another thing, there will be a little bonus "chapter" coming soon, as an apology :)

Oh and please let me know if you liked it!! <3

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It was a normal day, really.

The children were playing in the garden while the birds were chirping outside and the sun was shining through the big kitchen window.

Alma was teaching the last lesson for the Ymbrynes in training while Isabel was standing in the kitchen washing the dishes from lunch.

Just as she had put the last plate into the cupboard she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

She looked out of the kitchen and saw the class coming downstairs and separating themselves to go into the garden or the living room.

Isabel smiled slightly as she watched the few girls that went outside to enjoy the sun.

She put the towel away and made her way upstairs to the classroom that was full of students not even a minute ago.

The door was slightly open so she knocked and pushed the door all the way open.

The huge classroom came into view, with large windows and the wall plastered with pictures and posters.

At the end of the room sat a tiny woman on a desk that was way too big for her, leaning over some books and papers.

She looked up when she heard Isabel enter the room and gave her a weak smile.

"I see you are still working," Isabel chuckled as she made her way through the classroom.

Alma mustered her shortly before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

"I'd also love it if this paperwork did itself but sadly…," she sighed slightly as she gestured at her desk.

Isabel took a look at the papers, now standing on the other side of the desk.

Then she whispered: "Looks awfully boring."

She looked up and met Alma's face just a few inches from hers. There was a small smile on her face from the comment but there was also something different.

Quickly Isabel noted mentally, how tired Alma looked. She would make sure that she got to rest later.

Isabel leaned forward a little and dropped a kiss on the small woman's lips before she stood up again.

"I'll bring you some tea and then we can maybe get some things done together, I also need to prepare some lessons."

Her eyes met the green ones opposite of her and they seemed to shine a bit more than before.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Alma smiled.

"Anything for my favorite falcon," she laughed, making her way back to the door.

She heard Alma chuckle in the back but when she turned her face again, Alma's nose was already stuck in the papers again.

So she made her way to the kitchen to boil some water.

In the meantime, she collected all the things she might need to work on the next lesson.

When everything was there and the tea on a tray, Isabel left the kitchen but before she could make her way back to the classroom she bumped into Emma.

"- my, I'm so sorry Emma."

"Oh Miss, I was actually looking for you! Do you have a minute?"

Isabel looked at the tray in her hand, then at the blonde girl in front of her.

She sighed, putting everything on a cupboard and following Emma to the garden.

They stopped under a small tree where Bronwyn and Millard were sitting, a massive book in their lap.

Isabel raised her eyebrow and looked at the three children in front of her with a questioning expression on her face.

"Uhm-, well, we know that you two aren't the biggest fans of celebrating your birthdays and all that," Emma started slowly, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.

"We still wanted to make something for Miss Peregrine," Millard finished quickly.

Isabel's face softened and a small smile formed on her lips.

"And how can I help you with that?" she carefully put her hand between Emma's to stop her from picking her skin and returned her gaze to the two children under the tree.

Emma's gaze flicked to her hands and the Ymbryne beside her before going to the book in Bronwyn's hand.

"We started to collect pictures from the past weeks and months since a lot has happened and changed," Millard explained.

"And we have collected them into one big album," Bronwyn said, gesturing to the book in her lap.

"We were wondering if you might want to add something yourself."

The Ymbryne thought about it for a short while, then she shrugged lightly.

"I don't think I have anything newer that I could add."

"Nah, we already have newer pictures of you two-," the invisible boy blurted out.

"Millard!" Emma tried to shush him.

Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Emma who suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

She sighed and agreed that she'd see what she could find.

Leaving the kids to discuss the rest, she made her way back inside.

The tea had gone cold so she brought it back into the kitchen and quickly made a new one.

Finally, she reached the classroom with a delay of 47 minutes.

Carefully not to startle Alma, she knocked on the door.

When no answer came she knocked a second time and after being left in silence again, she slowly pushed the door open.

She nearly dropped the tray when the room came into view.

Quickly she put it onto the nearest table and rushed to the oaken desk.

Alma was lying with her head on the desk, looking incredibly pale.

When Isabel carefully laid her hand on the younger woman's forehead to check her temperature, she noticed how warm she was.

She cursed internally for not doing something when she had noticed an hour ago that something was wrong.

Gently she started to nudge Alma's shoulder to wake her up.

After a minute she slowly started to open her eyes, tiredly blinking at Isabel until her vision became clearer.

Then in seconds, her head shot up when she realized that she was lying on her papers.

Immediately she regretted the sudden movement as her head started to hurt again and tiny black spots began to cloud her vision.

Isabel caught her head, just as she started to faint again.

"Why didn't you tell me that you felt this bad?" Isabel scolded her softly.

"It's not that bad. -'m fine," Alma whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, I can see that," the other Ymbryne sighed. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Eventually, after a little bit of convincing, they made it into their shared room and Isabel got Alma to lie down.

"Stay? Please?"

Isabel sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand into hers.

"I can stay until you are asleep, but then I have to go check on the hatchlings and see what we're gonna have for dinner later."

It didn't take long until Alma was asleep. Isabel pulled the covers over the sleeping woman and did as she said, checking on the kids and Ymbrynes-in-training.

When Alma opened her eyes the next time the light in the room was dimmed and the house seemed to be quiet.

Not having the strength to stand up, she turned her head a little to the side. There was a tray on the nightstand with a small bowl and a teapot on top of it.

In the small armchair on the side of the bed sat a tall figure, cuddled in a thick blanket.

She looked up when she noticed that Alma was awake. Isabel smiled warmly at the ravenette’s tired face.

“What happened?” Alma rasped, not being able to move her head.

Isabel got up from her chair and sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand in hers.

“You are sick, and you passed out because you wouldn't stop working on your papers,” Isabel replied, a thick layer of worry in her voice.

“Nonsense, I'm not sick!” Alma murmured weakly, barely keeping her eyes open.

The other woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Alma's not-at-all-convincing reply.

“Well then, I made you soup. Here, you need to eat something. That shouldn't be a problem if you are not sick, right?” she teased, taking the

bowl from the nightstand and holding it out for Alma to take.

But she only groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. “Seems like you've defeated me.”

The cuckoo set down the bowl and softly squeezed the small hand she was still holding.

“Alright Fay, go back to sleep. But promise me that you'll try to eat something when you wake up the next time! It will help you get better soon!”

Alma nodded slightly but Isabel was sure that she hadn't listened to her anymore and was already asleep.

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She didn't get better, rather the opposite.

Three days had passed since she had collapsed over her desk. She had slept through most of the days and had barely eaten nor drank anything, looking paler than ever.

“I miss my children,” Alma whined weakly.

“But you need rest!” Isabel protested, her arms crossed over her chest. This argument has been going on for a while now.

“And I promise that I will do that, it's not like I can move anyways,” the ravenette pleaded, “I just miss seeing them!”

The older Ymbryne sighed loudly.

"Fine! But if they bother you too much, I'll send them to their rooms again!”

“Deal!” Alma gave a weak smile.

Isabel nodded shortly before picking the small woman up and carrying her downstairs into the living room.

The room was quite warm and comfortable. The fire in the chimney was crackling softly and the kids were sitting splattered around in the room, some reading, some playing games, or simply talking.

However, they all looked up and happily greeted the two Ymbrynes as they entered the room.

“Your Ymbryne is still sick so please let her rest,” Isabel reminded the children as she threw the blanket over Alma's shoulders.

She left the room to make some tea and when she came back a few minutes later, Alma was fast asleep again.

Isabel noticed however that Alma seemed to be much calmer than before and she could swear that there was even a hint of a smile on her lips.

Alma was slowly getting better over the next few days.

When Isabel checked on her, the following day, she was sitting on the sofas, wrapped in a thick blanket and having little Claire in her lap.

Olive was sitting to her right and they were coloring a picture together.

It was an adorable picture, that Isabel had to pause for a minute and just watch the scene.

It was at this moment that Isabel realized that the kids really seemed to do Alma good. And from that moment on she was sure that things were gonna be okay again.

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