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coldshrugs · 1 year

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characters: alma greene (not a detective) media: twc word count: 766 rating: G; there's one swear. we're here for the mother-daughter trauma

The last rays of sunlight stream into the warehouse bedroom, lining the furniture in rose gold, not quite reaching the few boxes stacked by the door. Alma leans against the window, unwilling to leave just yet. Unable to reconcile the loss of a home she can barely claim.

It feels strange to leave while the rest of Unit Bravo are on patrol.

Instead, she procrastinates by fidgeting with the lanyard around her neck and the Agency badge that hangs from its end.

The badge is metal. Lightweight but sturdy, and beautifully etched with seven symmetrical moons, three of which have been polished to a reflective shine. She holds the little rectangle up in the dying light and sees her brown eyes staring back.

They’re red-rimmed and puffy, but that’s nothing unusual these days.

This should be a happy time. She should be elated. Unit Bravo have wrapped another successful case, and she’s been invited to step further into this realm of weirdness. For thirty years, Alma has lived in the space between “maybe” and “why not?” Nothing has ever come as easily to her as accepting the odd, the hypothetical, the unknown. She was made for this.

When the veil between worlds lifted, the ache to belong to it was all-consuming. A longing that pushed past her body and sharpened her focus. Fear of being used as a commodity for these beings (or an “asset” to the Agency, as they so politely phrase it) could be justified or suffocated in the name of finding her place in the world. If she worked harder, if she pushed herself just that much more…

As her dream finally solidified into something tangible, attainable, the unignorable loneliness did not dissipate as she expected.

Alma turns the cold metal between her fingers, inspecting it again, tracing her name printed on the back in English and then again using that mysterious alphabet she has yet to learn. No matter how tightly she holds it, it does not warm in her hands. Her chest throbs at the memory of her mother’s words.

“I’m your handler now.”

There was a time in her life, long ago, when Alma didn’t feel like Rebecca Greene’s project. Somewhere between the deaths of her father and grandmother, when Rebecca stomached her daughter’s face for the weekend before dashing back to her real life. Then it was Alma, alone.

Any pretense of warmth faded with the frequency of Rebecca’s visits.

Sparse instructions were left for her each week, things the housekeeper shouldn’t be bothered doing: clean your room; do your laundry, but separate the clothes into like groups; put the dishes in the dishwasher (this was always underlined); do your homework, email your grades to me on Friday; shower and braid your hair before bed. God forbid she be unpresentable even while out of sight.

She was not parented–she was briefed.

Rebecca has always favored glacial professionalism over motherhood, and Alma has always been a liability.

Why, then, has Rebecca donned the mask of tearful regret and boldly placed the onus of reconciliation on Alma’s shoulders?

Her mother begs for connection, and Alma acquiesces. Some painful secret, or omission, or blatant lie comes to light, and Rebecca cries, insisting it was for the cause or, worse, for Alma. Alma cries, too, sorrow and confusion bleeding into anger the longer this goes on. They play this game, again and again, rebreaking the bone until there is no way for it to heal.

One salient snap is all Alma has left to give.

She doesn’t realize she’s crying again until a heavy tear lands on the badge.

“God, this is so fucking stupid,” she mutters, wiping furiously at her sore eyes.

She wants this.

But… not this way.

Alma backs away from the window, setting her mind to a task before she gets angry with herself. The boxes need to be taken to the car. She’s already kept Tina waiting at her newly-reconstructed apartment longer than she intended. The place is likely to be in shambles again by the time she arrives.

Her phone sits on the top box. With a sigh, she moves it to the pocket of her cardigan, but before her hand is free, a tiny, hateful thought strikes.

She holds the phone up to her face, squinting through bleary eyes. Quickly, she changes her mother’s information from “Mom 🥰” to “Agent Greene.” It is a small, secret act of defiance–one that doesn't matter in the long run. The first cutting of an intricately woven thread, but one that provides a much-needed spark of satisfaction.

One by one, she takes the boxes to her car. Doing the work on her own, how she's always done.

#twc #alma greene #bye don't look at me

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wasyago · 8 months

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day 16482 of trying to figure out what color jay's magic is

#jrwi riptide #jay ferin #i just think she's neat 😳#also like. what color is her magic?????? it's green but its also blue but its also possibly fiery yellow??? like. gurl please pick one #blue wings did look better than green or yellow tho so um. yeah.#but for healing and stuff? i swear i remember it being green. and there was this magical green eagle during la alma arc? mannn #it would make sense for it to be green because she learned magic around her mother (probably?) and uh...#i dont know how these facts related but they are.#but also the ferin part of her family all have yellow fire magic? I think?#but she's also *jay* so like. blue.#mhmmhmhmhmmhmh #i suppoooose it can be all the different colorsss but like.... the consistency....#sigh #my art #sketch

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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#i’m starting to see a pattern here #and this is only like a sesame sized percentage of all the women i’m a hoe for 🥲#lady lesso #leonora lesso #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #carol 2015 #carol aird #aunt zelda #zelda spellman #larissa weems #principal weems #charlize theron #eva green #cate blanchett #miranda otto #gwendoline christie

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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

I love your writing so much💜🙏

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

Morning Surprises ~Miss Alma Peregrine xFem Reader

Morning sex with Miss P would include��

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (;

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

“Alma…” you sleepily mewled.

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

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

“More please more…” you hazily whimpered.

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

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

You shivered in delight.

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

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

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

You bit your lip and nodded vigorously.

“Come for me, Dear…”

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

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

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

#miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine #miss peregrine smut #miss alma peregrine #miss p #alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine smut #eva green #eva green character #miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

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lilyflowerhere · 1 year

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Teachers, am I right?

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lpa6zn · 1 year

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mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. momnmy?🥴

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neverspoetic · 5 months

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I'm literally a teacher's pet. this is beyond my strength

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neonpinkfeels · 8 months

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Chap 1 - prelude

chap 2

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto oc #encanto oc challenge #encancomics #neon green eyes fifi #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal

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ambersweets134 · 4 months

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Some Miss Peregrine fan art since there isn't enough

#mphfpc #miss peregrine #sketch #alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine headcanons #miss peregrine x reader #eva green #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine book #miss peregrine imagine #ransom riggs

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dovesintherain · 10 months

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shades of her

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, kissing, the ocean

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

blue was never a cold colour to you.

Retrouve-moi dans le jardin à minuit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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coldshrugs · 1 year

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i'm something else when i see you

pairing: alma greene/mason word count: 560 rating: M; language and hints of spice at the end. note: i missed them 😌

The text came through minutes ago.

"Back from the airport in one piece! See you guys tomorrow?"

Not a text, really. An announcement, in Unit Bravo's group chat. It wasn't meant for Mason, specifically, but he's here at her door like a stray dog waiting to be fed.

He knocks, two quick thuds, and props himself against the frame of the door in the most fuckable pose he can manage.

It's been two weeks since they've hooked up. Two weeks since he's put his dick in more than his own hand. And sure, he could've created opportunities with one of the townies, but he's got a good thing going with Alma. His restraint is only going to make this reunion better for both of them.

He hears her milling around the apartment and knows exactly where she is by the familiar rhythm of her heart. She's not making her way to the door.

He knocks again, louder this time. And goddammit, this pose is stupid. He doesn't need to impress her. He opts to shove his hands in the pockets of his jacket. A casual slouch will do.

Half a minute later and Alma's steps shift in his direction. A little too fast.

"The fuck is knocking at this—"

If she finishes that sentence, he doesn't catch it.

Sight, smell, sound, even taste: Alma envelops his senses as soon as the door is open.

She's dressed in some god-awful sci-fi reference t-shirt, fuzzy socks, and a pair of his black briefs forgotten in some lonely corner of her apartment. He's not mad about it, they look good on her. She's fresh out of the shower, smelling like almond oil and sunflower, and her damp hair bleeds into her shirt. His mouth fills with the sweetness of the products she's doused in, but she's there under all of it, on his tongue.

At the sight of him, her heart races, and his own seems to match its pace. Shit.

"Mason."

Her lips seem to form the word in slow motion, and he could live in the space of her vowels. Two weeks without her voice (dandelion yellow, honey, sunshine in a sound and especially when she's calling him sunshine) and he wasn't prepared for his name to fall out of her mouth.

"Hey," he manages after a beat.

He could say he's just here to make sure her place is safe. A quick perimeter check.

Before he can say anything, she tugs him in by his jacket (rougher than she's ever handled him and the shiver that sends through his chest is something he can't ignore) and closes the door.

She stretches up to kiss him and now all the sensory bases are covered. Touch, and the low rumble of the tv drowns out to nothing. Touch and it makes sense why he doesn't want anyone else to touch him like this anymore. Touch and now he understands what it is to miss someone, but he feels it in the past tense.

He missed her, and she's here now.

They try to make it to the bedroom, undressing on the way. They must bang into every wall in the place. Perimeter check.

They settle on the wall just outside her bedroom door. Alma even reaches for the doorknob. But his mouth travels down her chest and it's forgotten.

"I missed you," she breathes as he slides his underwear down her legs.

Mason tells her the truth on his knees. "You too."

#azia writes #twc #alma/mason #alma greene #mason twc #i've been working on this for a long time tbh.... but i was inspired to finish it by erin and marty #my GOD go read their most recent detective/mason work #i'm not fully in the goofy pool. please give me two more months AT LEAST like i just got a new ff ship to focus on #but hiiii hi hello!

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whatamidoinghere777 · 3 months

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okay okay okay it's miss peregrine time.

I have the BEST idea for a fic/story that anyone can use. So, imagine Miss Peregrine has left the loop, and is flying around cairnholm. Don't ask me why, maybe this is not one of her proudest moments. It begins to rain and storm and she starts to fly back. Oh, and she's in her Peregrine Falcon form. The rain gets heavier and heavier and as she's flying through a small forest, she slams into a tree branch that comes out of nowhere, and breaks her wing. Like Miss avocet in the movie, she cannot change back into a human while injured, she just has to sit there, in the rain, with a broken wing. Then a possible love interst happens upon Miss Peregrine in the woods. Don't ask me why, maybe this is not one of the love interests proudest moments either. They see the broken, battered Alma and immediately scoop her up, and take her back home, thinking she is just a normal falcon. The love interest brings Alma to the kitchen, warms her up, feeds her, gets her a bath, medicine, and bandages up her wing. Alma is stunned, delighted, and touched by this. Time skip to a few days later, and Alma shifts back into a human, scary The living daylights out of the love interest and then explaining. the rest is up to you... :)

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #miss peregrine #mphfpc #alma peregrine x reader #eva green

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swaqcenix · 1 year

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༻ My Impossible Oiseau | Miss Peregrine ༺

Summary: Ophelia Kestrel is an ymbryne who flees to Miss Peregrine’s loop. The police knock, and all she must do is pretend to be married to Miss Peregrine. That, and not fall in love. Just don’t fall in love with Miss Peregrine for 2 months.

Warnings: 18+, heavy angst, trauma and blood mentions, death, betrayal, eventual smut, a lot of fluff! hurt/comfort, violence and panic attacks

Trope: Forbidden love, fake dating, fake marriage, lying and betrayal, age!gap (legal), friends to lovers?

Pairings: Alma Peregrine x fem!OC

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⇾ Chapter 1: Death by Cuts

⇾ Chapter 2: The tomb of Silence

⇾ Chapter 3: Little white Lies

⇾ Chapter 4: Handprints on my Soul

more to be added soon!!

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#my impossible oiseau #alma peregrine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x original female character #alma peregrine x ofc #angst #smut #alma peregrine smut #miss peregrine x fem!reader #eva green #eva green x reader

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