hello! I really love your writings! do you do requests? if not, thats ok. But hear me out on this idea i have in mind;
Miss peregrine found a baby peculiar , (aka Y/N) , injured (possibly due to their peculiar) and left alone to die. She saved the baby and took them in. How would she react if baby y/n called her mama as their 1st word?
First off, thank you so much! I’m glad somebody is enjoying them!
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Very angsty Miss P/reader prompt. Miss Peregrine sacrifices herself for her children.
Warnings: heavy angst, violence, major character death
Also, I have a mixture of the book/movie versions. Everyone is their book version apart from Miss Peregrine. Eva Green will always be my Miss P <3
It was a day like any other, or so I thought. The other children and myself were enjoying the day, spending much of it outside. I was stepping on the rope that kept little Olive from floating away while sketching her and the ocean scene behind her. She was laughing and holding her arms out as the wind blew her hair wildly, her eyes closed to keep herself from being blinded by the sun. I smiled as I worked on capturing her cheerful expression on paper. Emma and Bronwyn had joined Millard, Hugh, and the twins in a rowdy game of football, Olive in charge of fetching the ball from a nearby tree or hedge when one of the older children, usually Hugh, kicked it just a bit too hard.
“Come on, Hugh, just because you’re losing doesn’t mean you have to be a poor sport!” Millard exclaimed after Hugh had managed to kick the football up into a hedge for the fourth time.
“Me? A poor sport? Poppycock!” Hugh retorted, shrugging coyly. Olive giggled and tugged on the rope, motioning for me to loosen it so she could float over to where the ball was stuck at the top of a dinosaur-shaped hedge. She stretched her little arms towards it and picked it up. She turned around and gingerly dropped the ball down in front of Millard. He scoffed at Hugh before picking it up and running back over to the makeshift football field.
“Y/N I think I want to get down now. It’s almost supper time!” Olive yelled down to me. I lost track of time and hadn’t realized just how late it was.
“Okay, just a minute!” I called back up to her. I had strayed a ways away from where Olive’s lead shoes were laying in the grass. I picked up the rope and dragged Olive with me over to our original spot. I began to shorten the rope, pulling her close enough to fasten a shoe onto one of her feet. She then sank just enough to where I could hand her the other one.
“Thanks, Y/N!” she chirped just before putting on her other shoe and skipping off towards the house. I began putting my drawing stuff away into my bag. Before I could sling it over my shoulder, I heard Miss Peregrine calling us in for supper.
“Come now, children, it’s already 5:32!” I heard her shout. Two minutes late may not have been much, but to an ymbryne that was as bad as an hour of tardiness. I jogged towards the door. Miss Peregrine gave me a disapproving look.
“Sorry, Miss P! To be fair, I haven’t been late in thirty four years!” I pointed out. She let a slight smile tug at the corners of her mouth and then shook her head at me. I squeezed past her and found my place at the dinner table. Miss Peregrine was unusually quiet during our meal. Normally she liked to start a polite conversation about everyone’s day, but instead kept her head down and picked at the food in front of her. I caught her gaze a time or two, but couldn’t quite read the emotion on her face.
After dinner was over, I helped clear the table while the rest of the children got ready for movie time. Miss Peregrine and I stacked the plates without speaking, the sound of hard porcelain clanking together the only thing there to break our silence. I carried my pile to the kitchen sink, where my ymbryne stood waiting to wash them. I placed them on the counter and stood next to her awkwardly for a moment, eventually working up the courage to ask her the question that had been bothering me all evening.
“Miss Peregrine, is something wrong?” I watched her face carefully for any change in expression. She remained stoic.
“No, dear, everything is fine,” she answered, not even moving her focus from the dishes in front of her.
“Miss P, I know when you’re lying. Lying is highly uncivilized.” I mimicked the quote she always used on us when we were caught being untruthful. She smiled and paused for a minute, finally tearing her gaze from the task at hand.
“Well, miss Y/N, you are correct about that,” she admitted, holding back a light giggle. You nodded and gave her a knowing look, hands on your hips. She dropped the smile on her face and sighed heavily.
“I just…have a bad feeling about today. That’s all.” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, indicating it was a senseless reason to be stressed. But I knew better. Miss Peregrine’s intuition was hardly ever wrong. I stared at the floor for a moment, my mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a reason for her bad feeling.
“Really, it means nothing. I haven’t a good reason to feel this way, so I don’t want any of you to worry about it. Do you understand?” She shot me a stern look. I knitted my eyebrows together in disagreement.
“But, Miss P, you’re never wrong about anything,” I countered. I knew I could get away with more than the others when it came to Miss Peregrine. I could tell she had a soft spot for me, though, she would never admit it. She claimed to “care for each and every one of us equally.” I watched her try to keep her expression rigid, but eventually she couldn’t help the grin that took over her face yet again.
“While I appreciate the faith you have in me, even us ymbrynes are wrong from time to time.” She placed a slightly damp hand on my shoulder squeezing lightly, her piercing blue eyes regaining the spark that seemed to be missing just a few moments earlier. I decided to drop the subject and nodded my head at her. I helped finish the dishes without another word.
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It was just before reset. We were all getting ready for bed before walking outside to watch. I perched myself on the edge of a chair in front of the large mirror placed in the far corner of my room, brushing my long, brown hair and struggling to put it in a loose braid. Usually, I would ask Miss Peregrine to braid my hair for me, but I didn’t want to bother her since she’d had such a stressful day. At this point, my hair was beginning to resemble a nest more so than actual hair. I was on my third attempt when I began to hear rattling throughout the house. The chair I was sitting on shook, and my reflection in the mirror wobbled. The pictures on my wall swayed dramatically from side to side. I gasped and jerked my head to look behind me as one of them fell, the glass from the frame shattering into a million pieces. I stood up abruptly and threw open the door to the hallway. Miss Peregrine was frantically gathering everyone and sending them down the stairs.
“What’s happening? Is it the bombs?” I shouted over the loud boom coming from outside. But even I knew there was another half hour or so before they were due at reset. Miss Peregrine stopped and looked at me. She shook her head, eyes wide with fear.
“No, it’s the wights and their hollows,” she said almost too quietly for me to hear. My heart sank. The very thing we tried to hide from for over sixty years had finally come to take us. I stood frozen, chest heaving as my breath quickened. My head swam and I could only hear muffled shouts coming from Miss Peregrine, who was trying to get me to move. A particularly violent explosion from outside shook the house and knocked me to the ground. After several seconds, I shook my head and saw a hand extended in front of me. I grabbed onto it and the the ymbryne pulled me to my feet then took my face in her hands.
“Are you alright?” She asked, checking me over for wounds. I nodded my head and she sighed in relief, but only for a brief second before continuing to shoo us downstairs. I followed her and the others down to the parlor, where she shut the door and locked it. She told us to draw the curtains shut, so we did. She then looked at all of us, no doubt making sure we were all present.
“Alright everyone. I need you all to stay calm,” she announced, pulling herself together remarkably fast. We watched her walk over to the bookcase on the right hand wall.
“Bronwyn, can you help me move this please?” she asked as calmly as she could, the crashing sounds from outside the house still in full force. Bronwyn nodded her head, determined. With a grunt she moved the enormous bookcase over just enough to reveal a dark passageway. My eyes bulged in surprise. I never knew that was there in the many decades I had lived in that house, although I suspected that was on purpose to keep it a secret.
“Okay, I need everyone to make a single file line and follow Emma into this tunnel.” Miss Peregrine pointed to the dark passageway. Emma held a ball of fire in her hands and walked into the tunnel first, Olive and Claire following just behind her. I started to follow behind Horace, but Miss Peregrine grabbed my hand to stop me. She pulled me aside while the others pushed their way through.
“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” she pleaded, digging around in the pocket of her dark blue blazer. I nodded my head anxiously. She pulled out a silver pocket watch with ‘Alma Lefay Peregrine’ etched on the cover. It was the timepiece that allowed her to reset loops. She held it towards me. Miss Peregrine never separated herself from her timepiece. I shook my head and backed up a step.
“Why are you giving me this? Aren’t you coming with us?” I choked, tears pricked my eyes. Deep down I already knew the answer. She looked at me with glassy eyes, tears beginning to stain her cheeks.
“No, my love. The wights will never stop looking for me. None of you stand a chance if I come with you. I need you to protect this for the sake of everyone. If they get a hold of it and me, there’s no telling what kind of evil could be accomplished. I have to remove myself from it. My one duty as an ymbryne is to protect you all.” She let out a quiet whimper, failing to hold back her sobs any longer. I gingerly took the timepiece and put it in my robe pocket. I looked up at her, my tears flowing freely now. I jumped as a loud crash sounded from the front door. The wights broke through it. I trembled in fear. Everyone but Bronwyn had made their way down the tunnel. She stayed behind to wait for us so that she could move the bookcase back to its original position. Her somber expression and glassy eyes told me that she heard every word. I turned back to Miss Peregrine, shaking my head in denial.
“But, Miss Peregrine, we need you!” I exclaimed, still in disbelief. She pulled me into a tight hug as I sobbed.
“No, dear, I needed all of you. It has been my privilege to care for you. All of you,” she cried. I held onto her even tighter, not wanting to let her go. She was like a mother to all of us and it was heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to her, possibly for forever. She stroked the hair on the back of my head and cooed words of comfort into my ear.
“I love you, mum,” I whispered between sobs. She stroked my hair and I felt her shoulders tremble.
“I love you too, darling.” She pulled away from me. She held my face in her hands and wiped away the tears streaming down my face with her thumbs. She held her forehead to mine for a few seconds before pulling back and placing a soft kiss where our heads had just met. She sniffled, took a deep breath, then grasped both of my hands in hers.
"No matter where you are, I will always be with you." She gave me a weak smile and squeezed my hands one last time before turning to Bronwyn.
They exchanged goodbyes and a brief hug just as we heard banging on the parlor door. She hurried us into the tunnel and motioned for Bronwyn to pull the bookcase back to its original place. I looked into her eyes and only saw regret. She put a hand over her mouth and gave me one last glance before Bronwyn sealed the tunnel. I heard a loud bang, then shouts from the other side of it. The wights got what they came for. I tried pushing the bookcase back so I could save her, but it was too heavy for me. Bronwyn pulled me away and kept me quiet. She forced me down the tunnel and we eventually made it out the other side where the others stood waiting. The tunnel came out to the very front of the house, just beyond the pond that lay between us and the front door. The rain came down on us hard, soaking our hair and clothes within a few seconds. All the other wards looked at me and Bronwyn. Our red eyes and sniffling noses were enough to tell them that Miss Peregrine wasn’t coming. Emma covered her mouth in shock, some of the younger children started to cry loudly. I had to look away to avoid losing my composure once more. My eyes widened as I heard the bomber planes near us overhead. I touched the timepiece in my pocket and the realization hit me like a freight train. There would be no reset, and Miss Peregrine was still inside. I shouted and tried to run towards it, but Bronwyn and Emma held me back. We watched in horror as the bomb dropped and landed on the house, destroying it in one massive explosion. I stared in shock, shingles and pieces of wood flying in every direction. I stood there motionless, the fight completely leaving my body. No screams, no tears, nothing came out. I was completely numb as I watched the house, our home, go up in flames.
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With heavy hearts, and some of us still in tears, we headed down to the beach to get out the rowboats and escape. To where, we had no idea. Bronwyn, being the strongest both physically and mentally, made sure we all stayed together. She uncovered the rowboats and assigned groups of us to each one. We worked together to push them towards the water, when we stopped and listened. From a ways away, we could just make out a boat upon the horizon. I could hear laughter, and muffled voices. Male voices. Horace conveniently pulled a pair of binoculars out of his satchel. It almost made me feel bad for making fun of him for carrying those things around all the time. His breath caught in his throat as he made out the image before him.
“What is it Horace?” Emma asked, voice still weak from crying. He paused as he lowered his binoculars.
“It’s…the wights. They have something with them,” he stuttered out.
“And? What was it?” I snapped. He looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost.
A Christmas imagine/fanfiction to celebrate Christmas coming up in a few days! Lots of innocent fluff. I hope it's not too cringy lol.
Warnings: Very subtle implications of neglect
Today everybody was buzzing around the house, excited that it was finally winter. We kept track of the days on a little calendar Miss Peregrine hung in the kitchen. Technically the first day of winter wasn’t for a few weeks, but since it was December, everybody said that it counts anyway. I was embarrassed to find out just how much about the world I didn’t know. I knew about months, just not all of their names, and I had previously noticed the changing weather throughout the year, just not the logistics of it. Living in a poor, neglectful household doesn’t exactly encourage a well-rounded education. Luckily Miss Peregrine was able to privately catch me up, for the most part, so I wouldn’t have to humiliate myself around the others.
It was mid afternoon, just after tea time, and I was sitting in the parlor reading a book I was behind on for one of Miss Peregrine’s book discussions she makes us do, when I heard laughing and the sound of something being dragged across the wood floor. I furrowed my brow and looked up to see Bronwyn dragging a huge fir tree into the house, with a proud Fiona skipping in behind her. My eyes widened in surprise.
“Woah, why are you dragging a tree into the house? Miss Peregrine will have a fit!” I stood up and pointed to the trail of pine needles leading to the still open front door.
“Don’t worry, she knows! We always put up a tree on the first of December. I did a pretty great job on this one, eh Bronwyn?” Fiona asked, face full of pride.
“Sure. It might not fit in the parlor, though. I think it’s going to touch the ceiling!” Bronwyn grunted before sighing in relief as she let the tree fall to the floor.
“I don’t understand. Why would we have a tree in the house? It’ll die and drop needles everywhere,” I thought out loud, puzzled.
“It’s December silly. There’s only twenty-four more days until Christmas! Merry Christmas!” Fiona yells, clearly very excited about the thought of it. My face scrunches up with confusion.
“Who’s Mary…Chris…mass?” I attempted to repeat the word Fiona had just said. She laughed and shook her head at me.
“Nice one, Y/N,” she giggled. I laughed with her, realizing this was probably another obvious thing about life I failed to learn.
“Help us decorate the tree. It’ll be fun!” Fiona practically shouted. I wasn’t exactly sure why or how you would even decorate a tree, much less bring it inside.
“Sure! Just give me a minute…” I trailed off before leaving the room and running up the stairs to Miss Peregrine’s study. I would ask her who Mary was, since she knows absolutely everything. I stopped outside her door and paused before knocking lightly. I heard a quiet “come in!” from behind the door, then entered the room. I walked in to find Miss Peregrine sitting behind her desk looking frustrated with whatever she was working on. Her fingers rubbed her temples while her hair looked slightly disheveled. I suddenly felt like this may not be a good time to ask her about this mystery person.
“Hi, Miss Peregrine!” I greeted her with the most cheery voice I could muster, hoping to put her mind at ease. She leaned back in her chair and smiled at me.
“Hello, Miss Y/N. You seem rather cheerful this afternoon.”
“Well, yes it is a beautiful day, Miss P.” I gestured to the window, the sun streaming through it creating a nice, natural light.
“Yes…it’s always a nice day?” She half asked, looking a bit perplexed. She of course was referring to the fact that it was always warm and sunny in our loop. That much I knew.
I nodded my head at her, the same, probably slightly unnerving, smile on my face and my hands clasped behind my back. She let out a light giggle at my strange behavior.
“Is there something you need, Y/N?” she asked after a moment.
“Oh, yes Miss P. I was only wondering who Mary is,” I asked her before plopping down in the chair across from her. She furrowed her brow at me and thought for a moment.
“I’m sorry, I think I will need more context.” She looked at me with confusion.
“Well I saw Bronwyn carrying a tree into the parlor and Fiona kept talking about somebody named Mary…Chris-Mass?” I was pretty sure I wasn’t saying her last name correctly. A big smile covered her face and it was clear she was holding back a laugh by the way her shoulders shook.
“Yes, Y/N, what she was referring to was the winter holiday, Christmas,” she said knowingly, “you remember when we talked about holidays, don’t you?”
“Oh yes! I do, I just don’t remember talking about…Christ…mas?” I paused before attempting to pronounce Christmas.
“I’m afraid I may have forgotten to actually go through them all with you. Christmas is a wonderful holiday, known to many religions as the celebration of the birth of Christ,” she explained.
“Oh. Well, what does that have to do with bringing a huge tree inside?” I asked, still confused.
“That is an age-old tradition, usually observed by normals. But a few of the children loved the idea so we started to recognize it ourselves. You bring a fir tree inside your house and then decorate it with all kinds of colorful ornaments.”
“But…why?” I still didn’t quite get it.
“It connects to another tradition practiced by normals. There’s a large man dressed in red who uses a sleigh driven by reindeer to deliver presents to all the children of the world. He supposedly puts them underneath the fir tree. It is just a fable that is decidedly untrue, but still a fun thing to think about, isn’t it? His name is Santa Claus. It’s usually something parents do for their children to make the season even more magical,” she clarified. I laughed slightly at her description of this strange person. And also the thought of anyone’s parents making up something so silly.
“Hm that’s so weird! He breaks into people’s houses,” I giggled. She grinned and nodded her head.
“Well, yes, I suppose you could think of it that way. We do usually give each other gifts on the twenty fifth for Christmas, but I think Santa Claus is just a bit much.”
I nodded in agreement. We sat in a comfortable silence for a minute or two.
“Why don’t you go back downstairs and help the others decorate the tree. It’s more fun than it sounds, I promise!” Miss Peregrine suggested.
“Okay. Thanks, Miss Peregrine!” I exclaimed before I got up from the chair and raced back down to the parlor.
She shook her head endearingly, and continued her work with a huge grin on her face.
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It was almost Christmas which meant I only had two more days to come up with a gift for Miss Peregrine. I already had gifts together for everyone else, but was struggling to think of something for Miss P. I was sitting at the desk in my room, staring at the blank piece of parchment in front of me. It was meant to be full of present ideas, but remained empty. I tapped my pencil against my chin, beginning to lose complete focus. I looked around my room, desperate for inspiration. All I saw was the framed pressed flowers and art on my walls. I perked up abruptly. I finally had an idea.
It was Christmas Eve and everyone was getting ready for bed, excited for Christmas to come. I clutched the sloppily wrapped box to my chest and tip toed down the hallway to Miss Peregrine’s room. I wanted to give the gift to her away from everyone else in case she hated it or it wasn’t as good as I thought. I knocked on the door, and heard shuffling footsteps a moment after. She opened the door a few seconds later. She was wearing a robe over her nightgown and her raven hair was thrown in a loose braid that reached just above her waist.
“Hello, Y/N. Is something the matter?” She asked, looking worried.
“Oh, no, everything is fine! I just wanted to give you this really quick.” I abruptly handed her the box. “Goodnight!” I whisper-yelled so as to not disturb the others. I walked fast to my room down the hallway, leaving Miss Peregrine standing in her doorway with an amused look on her face. It was very obvious I had no idea how this whole “gift-giving” thing worked.
The next day, everyone awoke early, running downstairs to sit in the parlor to begin exchanging gifts. Miss Peregrine stood at the doorway of her study, waiting for her horde of children to run by before descending the stairs herself, leaving the study door half open. I caught a glance of the gift I gave her hanging up in the study just behind her desk. It was a watercolor painting of a peregrine falcon sitting on a girl’s shoulder. It was a picture of all of us children with our backs facing whoever looked at it. I was in the middle and the falcon sat peacefully on my shoulder, only the falcon was facing the opposite direction. Its facial expression dared anyone to come near. It was a symbol of our protection. A symbol of Miss Peregrine. It was the closest to a family portrait I ever had. I just recently picked up this new hobby of painting, so I wasn’t sure that I could pull it off. I had to admit that it looked amazing in the beautiful, gold frame Miss Peregrine put it in, to hang above her desk for everyone to look at. After a moment I tore my gaze away from the painting and leapt down the stairs to join the others.
After a successful day of gift giving, we all separated to use or decorate with our new things. I got beautiful pressed flowers from Bronwyn to add to my collection and a lovely blue shawl crocheted by Olive. I was standing on my desk chair, carefully taking down my framed flowers so that I could add the new ones I was given when I heard a knock at my door.
“Come in!” I exclaimed, before sitting on my bed and beginning to remove the glass from the frame. Miss Peregrine walks in the room holding a small, wrapped box.
“Y/N I wanted to thank you for the gift you gave me. It’s absolutely beautiful,” she said smiling.
“Oh, I’m so glad you like it! I’ve never done anything so difficult so I was nervous it wasn’t good,” I told her, somewhat distracted by the task at hand.
“It is breathtaking, Y/N. I had no idea you could paint like that!” Miss Peregrine cried in admiration.
“It’s kind of a newly discovered talent, I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
“Lovely. Well I also wanted to take the opportunity to give you something.” She held out the box. I took it and smiled widely.
“Thank you Miss Peregrine!” I shouted. I hadn’t received many gifts in my life, so getting one from the person I looked up to the most meant the world to me. I could hardly hold back my excitement.
“Shh you’re welcome. Open it!” She hushed, though she was still unable to drop the huge smile on her face. I nodded my head and gingerly began to tear at the wrapping paper to reveal a little black box. I looked up at her with excitement in my eyes. She gestured for me to open the box. I slowly pulled the top off of it to reveal a bronze locket with a raven etched on the front. I gasped and pulled the necklace out of the box. I stared at it in awe while Miss Peregrine sat beside me.
“Here, let me put it on you,” she offered, taking the necklace from me and gesturing for me to turn around. I grinned and pulled my hair to the side while she clasped it behind my neck.
“Wow, it’s amazing!” I admired the locket even more when it was around my neck. Miss Peregrine giggled and put my hair back where it was.
“Yes, it has been with me for many years. It came from a friend of mine before we…lost touch.” She looked down. There was a somber tone in her voice, but I chose not to pry.
“I’m giving this to you because you both share many of the same qualities. To me, this locket represents bravery and strength. Maybe a touch of stubbornness as well.” She chuckled slightly and nudged by shoulder playfully as she mentioned the last part. I smiled and held the locket in my hand.
“Thank you, Miss Peregrine. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” I spoke softly. Leaning my head against her shoulder while she stroked my hair.
“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Just don’t tell the others I gave it to you. I wouldn’t want to cause a squabble!” She jested.
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