#dark!alma lefay peregrine

[lpa6zn]

mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. momnmy?🥴

#mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #zelda spellman #lady lesso #larissa weems #marisa coulter #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #chilling adventures of sabrina #the school for good and evil #wednesday #his dark materials #la escuela del bien y del mal #merlin #morgana #morgana pendragon #eva green #miranda otto #charlize theron #gwendoline christie #ruth wilson #nicole kidman #irene adler #bbc sherlock #regina mills #lana parrilla #once upon a time #natasha romanoff #marvel #scarlett johansson

[writer-deann]

I need someone who’s comfortable writing forced agere fics to do one of Alma. Please. She would be so kind and gentle and she’d never make you feel bad about it. And the kids would be so cool. Wonder what Peculiarity would go best with that.

#Age Regression #agere #forced age regression #forced agere #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #yandere alma peregrine #dark alma peregrine #yandere alma lefay peregrine #Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children #mphfpc

[merci-bitch]

Wish That You Were Here

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader ,

Words: 4.5k

Warning(s): dark past, angst, fluff, hint of a teasing Alma ;), hint of book!Alma’s disorder, 

A/N: Now, finally, It’s here! I had planned this one to come out for @multimilfs​ ‘s birthday, but sadly it wasn’t possible :(. Then I thought about Eva’s birthday, but that doesn’t matter now. It’s here now for you all to enjoy! :)

Also thanks to everyone in the Eva chat for the help along the way !

It had started with just a simple nightmare. You’d woken up in a moment of amnesia, covered in sweat and tears. Your lungs screaming for the air that wasn’t given. You felt numb. Your nails were scratching against the skin of your throat for air, leaving red marks behind. You couldn’t see anything, but you noticed the sky lit up from the lightning outside in the corner of your eye. A cold hand on your shoulder and cheek made you jump. Even in the dark, you could make out her silhouette. Perhaps she was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear anything else than the echoing of your throbbing heart.

You felt as if your feelings could travel, sitting on your chest along the way, making it hard for you to catch your breath. The woman in front of you had turned on the lamp that was standing on her bedside table, but you still couldn’t make out what she was saying. Her eyes had the shimmer of worry. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion alongside the worry.

When looking for moments, sorrows forget. Is it nice to wake up and dream? Forget that happiness has flown away.

-

You were standing in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in your hands. The effect of the chamomile tea washing over you. You closed your eyes for a moment. You felt someone tug at your hand and opened your eyes to look down. You saw Claire standing by your side with that sweet smile on her face.

“Can you come to play?”

“How could I ever say no to you?” You gave her a soft smile and leaned down to pick her up and made your way out to the garden.

-

The front door opened a woman smoking a pipe came into view. She held up her pocket watch and smiled through the smoke.

“Right on time.” She spoke.

The woman held out her hand as she continued to speak, “Miss Peregrine. Delighted to meet you.” Jake shook her hand as she spoke.

“I do hope I’m not going to have the pub landlord knocking on my door with the police again.” Miss Peregrine said, her voice tightened, and her posture straightened. “I’ve had to kill them twice this month. It’s been inconvenient.”

“Millard broke a few things. That’s all. And Olive may have started a tiny fire.” Emma explained. As she did, Jake saw how Miss Peregrine’s change in demeanour affected the others. “But they were going to hurt Jake.” She said as she pushed at Millard’s shoulder. Miss Peregrine moved to the side to let the others inside but kept her eyes on Jake. As Jake was on his way to walk inside, she stepped out in front of him.

“Look at you. The last time dear Abe sent a photograph you were just a tiny tot.” Miss Peregrine said as she looked him up and down. A smile on her face. “Don’t just stand there. Come in. Your tea’s getting cold.” She said as she moved once again to the side to let him inside and closed the door behind them as Jake stepped into the foyer. She walked ahead of him and started making her way toward the kitchen.

“How did you know about the pub?” Jake asked.

“You weigh approximately 109 pounds, correct?”

“I don’t…”

“Bronwyn and the twins returned 6 minutes after you ran away.”

“I think I’m missing something,” Jake said in confusion. Miss peregrine stopped walking and turned around to face him, leaning against the doorframe.

“And quite apart from the fact that the perceived safety of the pub makes it the most likely place to which you would flee.” Alma had that glint in her eye whenever she would talk about things she knew about. When her peculiarity showed. “It would take you 18 minutes to run there. Emma and Millard would have been moments behind on the horse and trap, traveling at 8,2 miles per hour. Factoring in some sort of kerfuffle at the pub and the return journey with your added weight, you would arrive here at 13 minutes past 4.” Miss Peregrine held up her pocket watch, showing her precise correction. “Now then, do you take sugar?” She said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

-

Walking out into the garden again you saw Alma walking with someone. Someone new. He was taller than her. She a foot shorter than him. You made your way towards them, not walking too fast, hearing them talk.

“And I believe that’s everyone,” Alma said as she looked out through the garden. A small smile its way onto your lips as you held your hands behind your back as stepped up behind them. “Hope you’re saving the best for last.” Your sudden presence made Alma jump, although she quickly found her foot again, you didn’t miss the glare she sent you. You held out your hand to the boy.

“You must be Y/N?” The boy said as he shook your hand. You smiled at him. “Correct. Then I suspect you must be Jake, Abe’s grandson?”

The boy nodded his head. “I remember him talking about you. You two were together, right?”

The noise Alma accidentally let out was covered with a simple cough as you laughed.

“We were merely friends. Dear Abe had eyes for Emma. He brought me here, to Carinholm.”

You saw how Jake’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You shook your head and looped your arm around his and walked through the garden.

“It’s quite alright. I saw him more like the annoying older brother. I’m sorry for your loss, Jake. I know he meant a great deal to you.” You gave him a sympathetic smile.

“So, you know too?” Jake asked.

You nodded your head slowly. “I saw it on Alma’s face when she came back. Abe would have written if you were arriving.” You stopped walking when the both of you made it outside of the walls surrounding the house. Watching the water flow in by the shore. The wind was strong in your hair.

“I can’t believe all of this was real,” Jake said after some time.

You chuckled. “You’re just as stubborn as your grandfather. I remember seeing photographs of you when you were a little thing. Even then did you look like him. He was so proud when you were born. Abe wrote for weeks about you.” You said with a soft smile on your lips. You walked up to the little bench Abe had helped you build all those years ago and sat down, looking out at the water again.

“How did you meet him?” Jake asked as he sat down next to you.

“Abe? He saved me from a bunch of things. I was young and didn’t know where to go to. He brought me along and brought me here.” You said looking back at the house.

“And Miss Peregrine?” Jake asked slowly.

You looked back at him and chuckled softly. “She took me in yes. Many, many years ago. I’ve been here ever since.”

“You call her Alma?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, couldn’t well keep calling my partner Miss Peregrine, now, could I?” You chuckled. Jake shook his head, a small blush creeping up his neck. You looked at him and let out a little laugh once again. “Whoops, sorry.”

“What for?” Jake asked.

“Your mind is swirling with questions.”

“You can read minds?”

You nodded your head. Squeezing his shoulder when he looked away.

“Don’t feel bad about a first impression Jake. Alma can be a little strange sometimes. She’s been through a lot that woman, but she’s a tough one. And she cares deeply for everyone here, as she did Jake.”

“I noticed she was limping before. Is she alright? Did she fall when flying?”

You shook your head. “No, she has something like arthritis. Some days are worse than others.”

“Does it hurt? I mean, speaking for her bird form.” Jake asked.

“Well, I couldn’t possibly speak for her, but sometimes I know she sheds a little tear. If not for herself, for Victor. She’s still in mourning after his death, even if it was some time again.”

“Victor?”

“Bronwyn’s brother. Poor girl. A hollow got the hold of him.” You said pointing a few feet away. There was a silence. You slapped your thighs and shoved at Jake’s shoulder. “Go back inside. I’m sure Emma is looking for you.” You winked at him as he got up. It didn’t take him long to walk away. You knew she was looking for you. You could recognize those footsteps anywhere.

“Took you long enough.” You said as you continued looking out at the sea.

“We never finished our chat.” She said as she sat down.

You turned to look at her. Her pipe in hand and her other hand in her pocket. Holding her French railway watch. The wind blew in her hair.

“There wasn’t much to talk about.” You spoke.

“There’s always something to talk about, especially when comes to you. Be a dear and stop trying to read my mind.” Alma said with elegance in her tone. You chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to, miss.” Alma gave you another glare before taking a hit of her pipe.

“You should come back inside. You’ll catch a cold.” She said after some time.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Just like with those nightmares of yours, I presume?” You felt her eyes bore into your head.

“They weren’t that bad. I’m honestly fine.” You said, still not looking her in the eye.

“Hm, I might have known you for many years on edge, but you certainly have not become a better liar,” Alma said, blowing the smoke out of her mouth. She moved towards you and grabbed your hand. “Darling, I worry for you.”

You took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “I am perfectly fine Alma.”

Alma let her guard down and let the worry show on her face. Her hand came up to stroke your cheek. The sweet moment was interrupted by Alma grabbing your cheek and moving your head to the side. You felt the prick of her talons. You felt her inspect your face. She let out a hum.

“You need a bath.”

-

You felt like you were running. You didn’t know where. Perhaps you were running through a forest? You couldn’t make out anything in the dark. You didn’t know for how long you’d been running. All you knew was that your legs felt like giving out, but you couldn’t stop running. You felt as if someone was chasing you. You couldn’t see or hear anything else other than your own throbbing heartbeat, but that feeling of someone chasing you was like a knife in the stomach.

You tripped over something and fell. A scream made its way out of you. Ripping itself from your throat. You tried to get up only to feel a striking pain go through you from your foot. You felt tears well up in your eyes at the pain. You felt the air grow thicker and how the sky started to open. Rain pouring down on you. Then, you heard it. Footsteps coming from afar. Footsteps coming forward quicker and quicker. Then, it stopped. It went completely quiet. The only thing you could hear was your shallow breathing. You slowly got up with the help of a tree. You looked out in the dark, looking for something. Then, it started again. It came closer and closer until…

You woke up with a sharp gasp. Clawing at your throat for air. Your chest tight from the lack of air. Feeling your eyes sting. You felt a hand on your shoulder, grabbing one of your hands. A soft voice spoke to you. A soft hand cupped your cheek and made you look in their direction. A soft kiss on your forehead and an arm wrapped around you brought you back into reality.

The nightlight on Alma’s bedside table was on. Her eyes filled with worry as she searched for your eyes. Searched for you. You looked at her and she saw you. You let out a sob and buried your face in her neck. Clinging tight to her. She didn’t speak. You didn’t speak. You cried and she let you. Holding you tight to her, only leaving to get a cold cloth to wipe your face and neck. She wrapped her arms around you once you both were lying down again. Her hand was in your hair, small kisses against your forehead and a soft, low humming lulled you back to sleep.

-

The dinner wasn’t going as planned. You knew that much. The way Alma’s jaw tightened as Enoch continued to speak was a warning enough.

“That wasn’t nice Enoch.” Alma said with a firm tone. “You know perfectly well why Abe left us.”

Enoch looked down at his plate of food, chewing slowly as Alma scolded him. She was losing her patience.

“To join the army.” Hugh said, pointing his finger.

“And then he met a lady, and had a nice wedding cake, and a lovely little baby.” Bronwyn cut in.

You looked back at Alma and saw her head lowered. Her eyes were closed and her shoulders tense.

“Children.”

The table went quiet. Alma’s hands were on the edge of the table, her one finger tapping slowly against the wood. She took a deep breath before speaking again,

“I know you’d all like a new friend, but I’m sure Jake has plenty of his own back in Florida.” Alma said with what was close to a reassuring tone. The sound of the phone ringing in the hall broke the small silence.

“I think you should all get ready for movie time while I answer that.” Alma said as she got up.

“But you always let us stay for it.” Claire said in protest.

Alma turned around and glared at Claire. The glare was enough for the girl to shrink back into her seat with her head held down. She sent the glare to everyone around the table, including you before making her way out to the hall. There was an awkward silence before people around the table started to move. You turned to the girl beside you.

“You alright there, Claire?”

The girl nodded; head still held low.

“You know she wasn’t cross with you, right?”

The girl nodded once again, looking up at you. You gave the girl a small smile before giving her a big squeeze. She happily returned the hug before jumping off her chair to get ready for movie time.

-

You turned onto your back and looked up at the ceiling. Looked at all the cracks, counting them all silently. Alma sitting against the headboard reading, her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose. 

“You know, that glare you sent to Claire today wasn’t nice.”

“I gave it to everyone, including you.”

“Still, you could have looked at me first. The poor girl was trembling.”

Alma put down her book and turned to look at you. 

“It’s not like you did anything to stop what Enoch was saying at the table.”

“You don’t like a fight over the dinner table.” You said as you sat up.

“No need to fight when you could take responsibility as an adult,” Alma said with a clear tone of her intention. She wasn’t letting you win this one. Whatever this was. 

You sat back against the headboard, crossed your arms, and stayed quiet. There wasn’t any use in arguing with Alma. Alma turned her body, even more, to face you completely.

“Cat got your tongue now?”

You could almost hear the smugness in her voice. You didn’t look at her, but you saw her body move in the mirror by the vanity. She slowly leaned in, on all fours. A small pout on your lips. 

"Come now, darling. Don't pout. This is something you should be accustomed to by now."

“Doesn’t matter. It wasn’t nice of you to glare at Claire that way.” You looked at her as you spoke.

Alma let out a small huff and sat down on her side of the bed next to you. 

“I will speak with Claire tomorrow. I’ll invite myself to tea.” Alma said as she picked up her glasses and her book again. 

“Hm, I don’t know. She doesn’t just invite anybody for her little tea parties.”

Alma looked over at you. “And you’re invited?”

“I most certainly am. With hearts and kisses.” You said while smiling. Alma narrowed her eyes at you. “She’s always had a soft spot for me, and I her.”

“You’re adorable.” 

 -

 When it came to nightmares for Alma, despite the terrors she went through before finding her home, (especially her brothers) they rarely showed. She rarely had them. Sure, she would feel a certain unease but as the light sleeper she is, it would go away. Alma was used to helping her children through various nightmares and now you. She knew what to do, but when it came to herself, she was lost. She didn’t like the feeling of feeling lost. It was enough to cause panic. So, when she woke up from her dream and reached out for you, she felt her heart drop. You weren’t lying beside her. Her eyes were wide open, scanning the room for any moment but only meet by the darkness of the room. Alma felt her breathing grow faster. The door to your shared bedroom was open. It only caused more panic. 

She’d woken up in the middle of the night as she had now. Reached out for you, only to find cold sheets, as she had now. She wrapped her robe around her and made her way down the stairs. Coming to a halt on the stairs. The front door was open. How had she not heard the door open? Or heard you move? The rain was pouring down as usual, but that didn’t calm her mind.

Alma walked to the door to close it, only to find one of your shoes out in the wet grass. Alma stepped out into the cold pouring rain and picked up your shoe. It was soaked. Alma looked around, trying to see anything else than rain when her eyes caught something by the stone wall surrounding the house. Your other shoe. You had walked out to the hills. Alma walked with fast steps out to the hills. It was hard to see through the darkness and the rain, but she didn’t miss your silhouette walking towards the end of the hill. 

“Y/N!” 

You didn’t turn around. Alma tried again. No response. You just kept on walking. That’s when she realised, you were sleepwalking. You were walking closer and closer to the hill’s end. Alma felt panic arise once again inside of her as she started running towards you, screaming your name as she went.

Just as she thought she caught up with you, she tripped. Landing on the wet grass. Alma looked up, only to see you fall. Tears pricked her eyes. What was happening? The only sound you could hear was the sound of the rain pouring down, soon to be replaced by Alma’s scream that echoed itself alongside the hills. 

As Alma walked down the stairs she stopped walking, only to see the front door is closed. She let out a breath in relief she didn’t know she was holding. She heard a shuffle from inside the parlour and quickly made her way down the rest of the steps. She found you in the parlour, standing by the window looking out at the rain. A mug in your hands. Alma felt tired. As if she was out of breath. She walked up to you and put her hand on your shoulder. Feeling a littler calmer knowing you were real.

 -

 “Shut up, will you?”

“Or what? You’ll tell on me?”

“You’re such an arsehole, Abe.” You said as you reached over to push his shoulder, failing.

Abe laughed at your failed attempt. Pointing his finger at you.

“Careful, Portman. Or I’ll bite that finger off.” You spat back. Making Abe pull back his finger.

“Easy tiger.”

“Do not piss me off even more.” You said as you tried to get loose once again. Sadly, once again failing.

You and Abe had gotten stuck. In one of the cupboards, this one place underneath the stairs. Lucky for you, it was the smallest one too. Miss Peregrine had asked the two of you to go fetch something from the cupboard. Not being on the best of terms with the lady of the house, the both of you rushed to grab the item. Wanting to be the first to get it, and if it wasn’t for Abe pushing you inside, hitting one of the shelves and the door getting jammed and half of the items falling on you both, you would have won. But Abe is just a sore loser.

“Like it was my fault.”

You could practically hear him role his eyes.

“Because it was! I won’t take your shit when Miss Peregrine starts screaming.”

“Oh, like you would mind her screaming at you.” Abe said with a teasing tone.

“I will hit you so hard you won’t remember your own name, Portman.”

The door to the cupboard opened suddenly. Fiona stood on the other side.

“Y/N! Abe! Are you alright?” She gasped. You reached out your hand for her to help you up. Once you’d gotten up, you patted Fiona on her shoulder. “Just leave him there.”

-

You were both sitting in the parlour. Continuously throwing words at each other. The conversation had landed on your trip outside the loop. You knew Abe wasn’t listening to you.

“Well, I’m sorry that I still find it hard to believe that your plan was successful when it nearly got us killed!”

“Killed?”

You turned your head and saw the lady of the house herself standing in the doorway, pipe in hand and a brow raised. You slowly stood up as Abe scrambled to stand up himself. Miss peregrine crossed her arms, looking at the both of you. You couldn’t quite read her. Not that she ever let you. She turned to you. That sharp glare was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Killed?” She repeated, only harsher.

“Well, I- “

“Mister Portman. I advise you not to leave this room, or there will be severe consequences.”

You flinched as she spoke. You sat down again, and Abe took a seat beside you. His shoulder collided with yours and you couldn’t help but think it wasn’t an accident. He was testing your patience. Well, you’d had enough of it. You snapped out of your headspace and shoved at his shoulder.

“Enough! Both of you. I have had enough of your ill-mannered behaviour.  I did not raise you, Abe, to act so foolishly, and you, Y/N, I had hoped for better attitude when I so kindly opened my home for you. I do not tolerate lying in this house, and don’t think you two are an exception. I am both upset and disappointed at your behaviour. There will be consequences of your actions of lying to me when your life was at risk.”

Both you and Abe had your heads hung low as she spoke. This was all his fault. You hadn’t noticed Abe leaving the room. She had sat down next to you. A distance between the two of you. You kept looking down at your hands, itching on one of them. The skin was becoming irritated. Miss peregrine reached out and pulled of tour hands away from the other, holding onto that hand.

“I never thought you’d be the one to lie. I suspected Abe might, but not you.”

“What does that mean? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“You already know.”

-

The house was a mess. Perhaps for the first time. Ever since Mrs. Avocent woke up, there’s been this slight panic in everyone. Even Alma. After that shocking speech, Alma ordered everyone to pack their belongings. You couldn’t believe it. You were leaving the loop. Everyone was. Your dream about the house up in flames would soon become a real one. When Alma wasn’t there to reset the loop. The house would end up in flames.

You stood in the parlour. Looking out the window. Mentally preparing yourself. This was a risk. You took a deep breathe and went up the stairs to pack your own bag before helping the others.

You walked down the steps, perhaps for the last time, bag in hand. You put it on the floor next to the others. You found Alma in the kitchen. her finger tapping softly against her chin. She was thinking.

“You okay there?”

You must have scared her a bit, as she flinched.

“Yes. Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She replied.

“It’s okay to be scared Alma. Even for yourself.” You said as she walked up to her. You put your hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Despite Alma’s will to keep her strong façade up, you saw it start to crumble. She looked away from you. Anywhere else than your eyes. you pulled her in for a hug. You felt how tense she was, how her shoulders shook with each breath she took. You knew about her worst fears; not being able to protect her children. You could read it.

“Nothing is going to happen to them, alright? As long as I’m here, as you’re here, they are safe.”

“We still don’t know about Mr. Barron’s or his hollow’s whereabouts- “

“It doesn’t matter. Well, maybe it does, but that’s not the point. You of all people can’t lose hope. There might be more of, but there is only one you.”

Alma looked up at you and took hold of your biceps. A serious look on her face.

“I will not tolerate you speaking so low of yourself.”

You chuckled softly at her. Your forehead leaning against hers.

“There’s nothing we can’t do. As Fiona said, “You’re a superhero!” Alma smiled softly. “Indeed, you are.” She gave your cheek a soft peek.

“Softie, eh?”

You earned yourself a slap on the chest as she walked by. You chuckled again and made your way behind her. As you reached the hall, you saw Alma finishing up with helping the twins with their suitcase. Her finger tapping against her chin again. She was about to speak when the doorbell rang. She turned to you, raising an eyebrow. You shook your shoulders. You weren’t expecting anyone.

She walked up to the door and opened it slowly only to take a step back immediately.

“Miss Peregrine, what a pleasure to meet you at last! May we come in?”

#alma peregrine x reader #mphfpc

[readingwithrhia]

Linger - MPHFPC Fanfiction ( Alma Peregrine x OC Daughter character Avalon Peregrine) Chpt.2

Disclaimer, I only own Avalon Lefay Peregrine, the other characters rightfully belong to Ransom Riggs

Based on Ransom Riggs bestseller Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.

This is a fan-fiction story

Rape, incest, and mature content will be included in this story. Read at your own risk.

21+

Trigger warning ⚠️

——————— Chapter 02 —————

I remember those little moments when he would converse with me in this filthy cell, restraint by leather straps to a chair, because he wanted to make me feel he was the one with power. The empowered god.

"Hello, sweetheart." Dark chuckles slipped from his scarred lips, his eyes drenched in insanity, terror coursed me at how his blank eyes were filled with violence. Still scary how an average appearing man reigned with monsters. "I still cannot believe that a child of beauty would be conceived through horror."

Chills ran down my spine, even if I attempted to lunge at him, it would be of no use. I was restrained.

"I gave her a child of her own, she should be thankful."

Even my bones tremble in disgust at the sight of my father.

Silence continued to scream, except for his words amd the clicking of his boots against the hard concrete.

"Not being able to look at her only own flesh and blood as she is reminded of me and what I forced upon her is the greatest pain I have ever inflicted, and I have slaughtered numerous inoccent souls."

Digging my fingers into his skull and ripping out his brain would be a pleasure of mine, but that will not be as of today. Completely devoured by insanity, redemption was an impossible call for this man. How could he have slept? Those screams Mother made and her struggling to free herself from his grasp were lullabies to his sleep.

"I love her, but not in a way a brother loves his sister."

Going through sleepless nights of pain and grief, dancing on the edge of a knife barefoot, salvation finally arrived.

In the form of my bruised and injured mother, the great Alma Peregrine — the crimson line across the arc of her cheekbones was visibly evident, black and blue bruises revealing themselves underneath the sleeves of her dress, like blood trailing on porcelain cups — and what I assume to be the now renowned hollow-slayer, Jacob Portman.

Traces of Jacob's injuries barely showed themselves, except that his ocean eyes showed traumatic gleam, a dash of pride and relief.

"Thank God, we found you." Jacob breathed heavily, finally saved from the nights of endless crying, torture, and loneliness. I tried to keep my spirits high and remember that I was stronger than this. I was a peculiar. I was stronger than a normal human; and yet my father made me weak. He made me think I was weak and frail. I felt that way,and deep down, I felt I was always weak. Until the moment I was saved.

"Ava!" My mother cried in a mixture of pain and relief, intangible glass shards piercing her voice. With her trembling hands, she embraced me and there came a whisper, "I'm sorry."

I may be alive, but death will always inhabit my bones.

When Jacob and Mom came and got me, I felt relief. I was relieved that my nightmare was over.

Weakness prevailed as tear stained cheeks on my face kept the reminder of the nightmare,and that my nightmare was alive. My nightmare running through my blood. My nightmare wouldn't end, until I did. I knew I was stronger than him. I was stronger than any of the torture he put me through. And yet, he stuck me down and made me small. I wasn't myself anymore, I was a barely a shadow of Avalon.

Not the daughter of Alma Peregrine, nor Caul's.

A burning throne in Hell has been reserved for me as soon as the monsters' scream echo through my mind.

— ALP—

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

[m1lfinghot]

Pairings : Alma LeFay Peregrine x Isabel Cuckoo

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

Warnings : gay, slight internalized homophobia

Word count : 460

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

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Isabel's Realization

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#mpmow #mphfpc #tdoda #AMOD #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #alma bentham #alma peregrine x reader #peregrine falcon #isabel cuckoo #miss peregrine #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrine movie #miss cuckoo #cuckoo #hollow city #emma bloom #claire densmore #millard nullings #eva green #Lesbians #Lesbian #Gay #Pride #Lesbianvisibilityweek

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

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

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think I am," Birdie replied.

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

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

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

"I’m afraid I don’t. Should I?"

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

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

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

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Prologue <- 🩷 -> Chapter Two

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

[shutupblanka]

anyone else has a thing for hot middle aged witch scholars or is it just me

#mother complex says hello #tissaia de vries #alma peregrine #marisa coulter #myanna buring #the witcher #arethusa #alma lefay peregrine #eva green #miss peregrine #mphfpc #his dark materials #hdm #mrs coulter #ruth wilson #cate blanchett #lotr #galadriel #lord of the rings

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Requests Open

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So I guess I finally caved and decided to make a side blog to post my writing on and I wanted to open up for requests cause why not.

Masterlist

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What I will not write:

• No ships that pair minors with adults

• Also nothing NSFW for minors

• Incest

• Non con

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What I will write:*

• Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

• Imagines (SFW & NSFW)

• Ship One Shots (SFW & NSFW)

• X Reader (SFW & NSFW)

• Poly ship and x readers (SFW & NSFW)

• Letters (SFW Only)

*please note that if I feel uncomfortable with a certain request I may decline to write it

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Fandoms

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• MPHFPC (movie and currently halfway through the book series)

Miss Alma Lefay Peregrine

All The Children (SFW Only)

• Resident Evil Village

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Lady Donna Beneviento

Lord Karl Heisenberg

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Mother Miranda

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniella Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters (Only in wintersberg and rose related situations)

• Dark Shadows (2012)

Angelique Bouchard

Dr Julia Hoffman

• MCU

Natasha Romanoff

Hela

• Maleficent (2014)

Maleficent

• AHS

Wilhemina Venable

Ally Mayfair Richards

Cordelia Goode

Billie Dean Howard

Lana Winters

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

Audrey Tindall (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

• Star Trek DS9

Kira Nerys

Lt Jadzia Dax

Ezri Dax

Elim Garak

Constable Odo

Quark

Doctor Julian Bashir

• Star Trek VOY

Captain Kathryn Janeway

Seven of Nine

B’elanna Torres

• The Worst Witch (2017)

Hecate Hardbroom

Ada Cackle (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

Dimity Drill (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

• The Goldfinch

Xandra

• Harry Potter

All Characters (Minors SFW Only)

• The Witcher

Geralt

• BBC Merlin

Morgana Pendragon

Oceans 8

Lou Miller

Debbie Ocean

Tammy

Rose Weil

Steven Universe

All Diamonds

Pearl

All Sarah Paulson Characters

All Eva Green Characters

#janeway x reader #hardbroom x reader #mphfpc fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fanfiction #star trek fanfiction #xandra x reader #wilhelmina venable x reader #billie dean howard x reader #cordelia goode x reader #bette and dot tattler #audrey tindall #hela x reader #lou miller x reader #debbie ocean #lana winters x reader #ally mayfair richards x reader #ahs fandom #geralt of rivia #morgana x reader #elim garak #maleficent #maleficent x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento #alma lefay peregrine x reader #Kira Nerys x reader #harry potter fandom #Angelique Bouchard x reader #fanfiction

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whom i write for.

here are all the characters i enjoy writing for (and/or don’t write for on any other blog)

italics - characters i feel most comfortable writing for

mcu

steve rogers

peter parker

bucky barnes

sam wilson

thor odinson

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

carol danvers

hope van dyne

maria hill

mj

star wars

rey

finn

poe dameron

leia organa

han solo

cassian andor

bodhi rook

luke skywalker

obi-wan kenobi

padmé amidala

jyn erso

peaky blinders

thomas shelby

arthur shelby

john shelby

michael gray

isaiah jesus

ada shelby

alfie solomons

shadow and bone

kaz brekker

jesper fahey

inej ghafa

mal oretsev

nina zenik

matthias helvar

genya safin

les misérables

enjolras

marius pontmercy

éponine thénardier

harry potter

harry potter

cedric diggory

draco malfoy

hermione granger

luna lovegood

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

george weasley

fred weasley

ginny weasley

game of thrones / a song of ice and fire

margaery tyrell

daenerys targaryen

cersei lannister

jaime lannister

robb stark

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

queen calanthe

tissaia de vries

triss merigold

miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman

emma bloom

enoch o’connor

alma lefay peregrine

itv’s endeavour

endeavour morse

peter jakes

sex education

maeve wiley

aimee gibbs

jackson marchetti

ola nyman

adam groff

killing eve

villanelle

eve polastri

kenny stowton

bodyguard

david budd

julia montague

note: if you miss someone from this list, you can recommend them, but i might refuse to write for them for certain reasons! thank you for understanding, have a great day xx

also note:

i do NOT write smut/inc*st/p*dophilia

i only write for a female reader because that’s what i feel comfortable with, even though i try my best to make the reader gender neutral

i am okay with discussing dark subjects and mental health in my writing, but i definitely will NOT glorify any of these issues

bigotry is NOT welcome on this blog

i write:

headcanons

one-shots/imagines (i still clearly don’t know the difference; everything that is not a headcanon or preference and is longer than a blurb counts as a one-shot for me lmao)

preferences (a maximum of 5 characters per request)

blurbs

song drabbles

join my taglist

#whom i write for #fandoms #fandoms list #mcu #mcu imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #les miserables #shadow and bone #the witcher #the witcher imagine #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #mphfpc imagine #endeavour #itv endeavour #sex education #sex education imagine #killing eve #killing eve imagine #bodyguard #bodyguard imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

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"why are you crying" LISTEN SERAFINA PEKKALA AND MISS PEREGRINE ARE THE SAME PERSON YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

#eva green #the golden compass #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #alma peregrine #miss peregine's home for peculiar children #hdm #his dark materials #philip pullman #ransom riggs #serafina pekkala

[liberationinliterature-blog]

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, the first novel to the popular Peculiar Children series and now turned into a film, was written by author Ransom Riggs and published on June 7, 2011. It claimed the top spot on the New York Time’s Best Sellers List for children’s chapter books on April 29, 2012 after forty-five weeks on the list, and staying there for 25 weeks more.

The novel tells of the story of Jacob Portman, an ordinary boy who soon discovers he was not-so-ordinary all along, after the mysterious death of his grandfather Abraham sparks a catalyst of change in him and the unearthing of deep secrets. His grandfather tells him stories of his early years, how he fought in World War 2, and most especially, his peculiar friends and headmistress Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine from his childhood home in Cairnholm, Wales.

Aside from the usual calling-out of problematic realities that were once treated as social norms and traditions such as discrimination, exploitation, and persecution portrayed in a sinisterly creative way with the Peculiar’s plight against Caul Peregrine and his wights, treacherous Peculiars and the ordinary folk, the story includes an issue even its own contemporaries at this day and age still struggle to talk about openly: mental health and illness.

Witnessing his grandfather’s cold-blooded death and holding his twisted, dying body in his arms, his blood seeping onto him is traumatic enough. Seeing the hideous monster (they’re called Hollowgasts) of his most deep-seated fears stare right at him in the middle of a dark woods as he held his grandfather’s mangled corpse is another thing entirely. A loved one dying a gruesome death and a close encounter with a dangerous monster, all rolled into one mess of a traumatic event. He develops acute stress disorder because of this, which later leads on to ASD’s more famous cousin: post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD for short. It’s those symptoms of frequent flashbacks of the event, panic attacks, nightmares that leave him bolting up in his bed and screaming, disturbed sleep patterns, difficulty doing basic tasks (going to school, talking to people) and a surly, unfocused attitude that present themselves as the aftermath of his traumatic experience. For those of us who’ve suffered from PTSD, ASD or any other trauma-induced mental illness, we all know it can’t get any truer than that.

You know what else is also true? How no one really took him seriously.

His parents made jokes about his condition and his experience. His only friend didn’t believe him, and even said he should stop thinking about all of it or else he might actually come down with a mental illness “Keep talking about monsters and they’re gonna put you away. Then you really will be Special Ed.”

You don’t even need to go through what Jacob went through to know that kind of attitude sounds awfully familiar.

Despite the gravity of it all and the possible misinterpretation by potential readers of the book, Ransom Riggs does not shy away from exposing the ugly truths about mental illnesses and trauma, and how devastating they already are on their own without the toxic attitude so many people still have towards them. It’s liberating, in a way, because it gives us more than a story of rebellion against the exploitation and persecution of minorities, which has been present in literature for the past decades, if not centuries (Les Miserables rings with this theme, and it’s a classic). It dives into the recent, nebulous and highly controversial topic of mental illness, and fishes out for us a piece of literature that readers with mental health issues have always longed to read and relate to, but never really knew until now. Although not the main theme of the Peculiar Children series, it brings to the table a glimpse of life with a mental condition, specifically one that was caused by trauma, in its raw and true form (save for some obvious elements of fantasy, like the Hollowgasts and Peculiardom).

And for many of us who were/are bent (not broken, we with mental complications should never be seen as broken because we aren’t, we were never broken because of this), this is another leap to the ever-nearing goal of holding in our grasps the freedom from mental health stigma.

#liberation in literature #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children

[toomanygirlfriends-archive]

Missy, Hela, Alma, do you guys get gifts for max (and vice versa) and if so what kind of things do you get each other?? - ryder

I take her through time and space! What other gift does she need! I’m the Queen of Evil, not a dispensary. 

I am a complete sap and love getting her little trinkets and presents from all around the cosmos, we have a whole room of mementos and things from around the galaxy. Seeing her face light up when she sees a little toy on Zardax or taking her to bazaars is one of the most enjoyable experiences in the universe. Her eyes light up and she just gets so excited and happy! I love it!

This thing is going to beat out Thete on the nemesis scale.

~ Dark and Beautiful, Sexy Queen of Evil, did I mention I’m virtually immortal and endlessly beautiful? 

She is my queen and I will eternally treat her as such. She doesn’t always like it when I spoil her, but it makes me happy to see her wonder and delight in simple things. She always says she can’t give me any great gift, I grew up as a royal princess of course and a great general, she doesn’t seem to know how much her small gifts mean to me. She delights in making flower crowns and they are very charming, I personally enjoy them immensely. Once she returned from a visit to Midgard with a pair of things called Mood Rings, when mine isn’t on my finger, it’s around my neck protected with a spell to keep it hidden and attached to the chain. They match. 

~ Goddess. Of Death. 

Max would always bring home things from all over the world as she traveled to find and deliver Peculiar Children to different Loops. She brought me lovely perfume from Egypt once, and some darling sapphire earrings that are perhaps my favorite accessory! Now a days we’re a bit too preoccupied with the children to leave our loop other than for Council Meetings and the occasional tryst after a few decades, when we can convince Miss Avocet or Miss Bunting to watch the children for us. Then our gifts to each other are much less….object oriented. 

~ Alma LeFay Peregrine

#max and missy #max and hela #max and alma #f/o takeover

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Eva Green Net Worth

What’s the Net Worth of Eva Green?

Who is Eva Green?

Eva Green is an actress and model based in France. The actress is known for playing the role of Sibylla, Queen of Jerusalem in Kingdom of Heaven (2005), and Bond Girl Vesper Lynd in Casino Royale (2006). Besides, Green has appeared in different films like Cracks (2009), Womb (2010), Perfect Sense (2011), etc.

Green was born on 6th July, 1980 in Paris, France to Marlene Jobert, an actress and her father Walter Green was a dentist. She was born two minutes before her twin sister, Joy. Further, she is also grea-granddaughter of Paul Le Flem, French Breton composer. Growing up in France, she completed her education from American University of Paris. Besides, she also had interest in Egyptology. Green made up her mind to be an actress after watching Isabelle Adjani in The Story of Adele H.

Subsequently, Green joined St. Paul Drama School, Paris and learned acting at Webber Douglas Academy of Dramatic Art, London. She then returned to Paris and started featuring in various plays.

Movie Debut and TV Series

Green made her movie debut as the main character Isabelle in Bernardo Bertolucci’s film, The Dreamers in 2003. The following year, she appeared as Clarisse de Dreux-Soubise in a French film, Arsene Lupin. In year 2005, she portrayed the role of lead character Sibylla in Ridley Scott’s historical film, Kingdom of Heaven. She earned a good sum of money from the movie which increased her net worth.

Eva then played the role of Vesper Lynd in Martin Campbell’s James Bond film series, Casino Royale (2006) opposite to Daniel Craig. This movie also provided her to good salary which contributed in her net worth. In the year 2007, she portrayed as Serafina Pekkala in Chris Weitz’s The Golden Compass. Similarly, she was seen as Emilia Bryant / Sally in 2008 film, Franklyn.

In the year 2009, Eva appeared as the main character Miss G in Jordan Scott directed film Cracks. The following year, she portrayed the role of lead character Rebecca in Bendek Fliegauf’s film Womb (2010). In year 2011, she appeared as Susan in film Perfect Sense. The same year, she played Morgan Pendragon Starz’s TV series Camelot. All these works were another source of her income.

Works from 2012 to Present

Eventually, in 2012, Eva portrayed Angelique Bouchard in Tim Burton’s horror comedy film, Dark Shadows. In 2014, she worked in four films. She played the role of main character Artemisia in 300: Rise of an Empire and Eve Connors in White Bird in a Blizzard. Besides, she performed Madelaine in The Salvation and Ava Lord in Sin City: A Dame to Kill For. Further, she did the portrayal of Vanessa Ives in Showtime’s TV series Penny Dreadful from 2014 to 2016. She earned good amount of money from these works that directly increased her net worth.

In year 2016, Eva appeared as Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine in Tim Burton’s Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. The role earned her agreeable salary that increased her net worth. In year 2017, Eva played in two films. She portrayed Elle in film Based on a True Story and Emilie in Euphoria. Besides, she is currently working on her new film, Dumbo.

Net Worth

Eva Green is a versatile actress with an estimated net worth of $11.4 million U.S. dollars. The actress has appeared in the roles of both villain and good character heroine which provide her more work. Besides acting, the actress has endorsed brands like Breil, Montblanc, Emporio Armani, Heineken, etc.

Must Know Facts about Eva Green

Real Name: Eva Gaëlle Green Date of Birth: July 6, 1980 Profession: Actress and Model Height: 5′ 6″ Net Worth: $11.4 Million

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