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arriansarchive · 11 months

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Could you please please please write something about both cedric and harry asking male reader to the yule ball and there's a whole lot of angst? ultimately who ends up with reader is up to you both are amazing picks ;)

(separate) Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter/Male!Reader

THIS PROMPT HURTS ME....

My two favorite boys against each other hurts but I aim to please the public eye

I just realized that in most of my harry potter stories you walk down the hallway in the first scene

Hm interesting!!!!

Okay i might not have done the angst very well and I'm really sorry because you said you wanted a lot of it

Bitchy reader

HEHEHEHE YOUR NOT GONNA SEE WHATS COMING (i don't think anyways)

Written with anti-hero by Taylor swift in the background

Woah surprise surprise I actually got a request done instead of posting mphfpc/symbiote reader crossovers

Summary: Request above

--The Yule Ball is three days away--

The classroom was barren and desolate with no one in it, you thought. It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, and the triwizard tournament's tension was a foot in the intense air of the campus.

Though, that tension had dissipated a little with the oncoming dance. You were thinking frantically about who you would bring since nobody had asked you yet.

Something creaked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You look to the door to find one of your close friends, Cedric Diggory, closing the distance between you both swiftly.

"M/N!" He called with a smile on his face.

You gave him a grin back and stood up to go see him. Seemingly without thinking he pulled you into a tight hug.

This confused you a little due to him not really being the affectionate type with you. He seemed more emotionally close and physically distant even if he wasn't like that with other people.

You and Cedric had been friends for what seemed like forever. Your parents met his parents in Hogwarts a long time ago, and they got it on well.

So from then on you and Cedric were best friends from the beginning. You even shared a crib to play in whenever you were both just babies.

You've also had a long-lived crush on him since second grade basically; you tried to convince it was wrong, but that was eons ago it seemed. It failed miserably, you remember.

That's why you were worried that he was in the tournament. It made you sick to your stomach to think he might die because of some stupid prize he wanted.

"I have a question for you." He said with a blush spreading across his nose and cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow in question, amused at what stupid thing he might say. His questions are notorious for being unthought out most of the time anyways.

"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Cedric mumbled and a smile danced on his face.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You thought he had been eyeing Cho Chang this entire time and was going to ask her to the Yule Ball.

"You're not going with Cho?" You asked.

He shook his head solemnly. "No, she turned me down, but you're the next best one, M/N. We've been friends forever."

You were absolutely appalled that he could even think that. You were the next best? That is the definition of 'what someone doesn't know can't hurt them' and what it applies to.

"I'm the next best, Cedric?" The hurt was apparent in your voice.

You pushed past him softly, still not wanting to hurt him, and headed for the door. The sound of his shoes squeaking against the polished floor filled the tense air.

"Wait! M/N!" He called.

With anger bubbling up inside of you, your dorm seemed like a fine place to go. As long as you weren't stopped along the way it would all be fine.

The hallways were bustling with students and teachers alike, some going to classes or others that have free periods. You had a free period after that interaction, so you were eternally grateful.

"M/N!" A voice shouted. "M/N, do you have a second?"

You really wanted to just ignore this person and continue to your self pity and solitude, but what fun would that be? Your tracks stopped as you waited for this mystery person to catch up to you.

To your surprise it was Harry Potter who stood before you now. He had an embarrassed look on his face.

He said something that you definitely weren't expecting so soon after Cedric. "I want you to go to the Ball with me." He muttered quickly, looking at the ground.

Half of you thought it might be a little weird taking the chosen one to a Ball, but the other half wanted to do something to get back at Cedric, and Harry wasn't half bad.

"I don't have a date yet, so why not." You said with a big smile on your face.

--The Yule Ball is now two days away--

You decided to hang out with Harry and his friends today instead of Cedric, but Ron and Hermione had went off somewhere, leaving you and Harry to your lonesome.

You both talked about some random things, schoolwork or teacher gossip mainly. Well, that was until Cedric walked over with an angered look on his face.

"M/N, have you decided yet?" He demanded.

Harry looked at him confused. "What could he have decided on for you? He's going to the dance with me, anyways."

"Oh, M/N didn't tell you? I asked him to the dance the same day you did, and I bet he's using you to get back at me. He's never even shown any interest in being your friend, much less your date."

Harry looked at you with widened eyes. "I thought you said you had wanted to be my friend for a while?"

It's true; you said that. You thought that it would've been an easy lie to get away with since everyone wanted to be the chosen one's friend but apparently not.

Harry took your silence as guilt, and his face turned from puzzled to infuriated. He opened his mouth as to say something but was stuttering.

"You lied about wanting to be my date and my friend, so you could get back at my opponent?" He questioned.

You rubbed at the back of your neck, thinking of what to say. You were at a loss for words at how unprepared you were.

"You know what? I'm done. I don't even want to know your reasoning, M/N." Harry barked and then walked away with his hands balled up into fists.

Cedric looked at you with passive rage in his eyes. "You did this one to yourself."

He walked away shortly after looking you up and down. You stood there in shock of what just happened.

Now you definitely wouldn't be able to find a date since Cedric and Harry were probably going to spread this story like plague around the school.

--The day of the Yule Ball--

Long story short, you didn't even go to the dance since you had no date. You stayed in your dorm locked inside of your room.

Oh well, M/N! You did this to yourself after all.

#cedric diggory x male reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x y/n #male reader #fanfiction #cedric diggory #harry potter and the goblet of fire #harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x male reader #harry potter x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children Fandom Masterlist

This is my Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children Fandom Masterlist ✨ which includes all the MPHFPC characters and ships I’ve written for! Check out my post with all my request details— Requests & Prompt-List! My main navigation post—

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not-that-syndrigast · 9 months

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Intro post

ig its time.

I´m Alex, he/him and a huge nerd.

I´m mainly writting or shitting around and being silly about a bunch of different fandoms and what not.

My tags;

#vikings (the show, historical posts got their own tags)

#clone wars

#mphfpc

#marvel

#history

#ao3

#work shenanigans

(its quite a few tags but thats because i have one too many interests...)

I´m open for fanfiction prompts or requests.

(read below for more infos)

My fandoms;

-> Vikings

-> Marvel

-> Miss peregrins home for peculiar children

-> Star wars

-> creepypasta

-> grishaverse

-> Red, white and royal blue

-> possible more...

What i will write;

-> different ships

-> x reader (female, male, unisex)

-> gore

-> NSFW

What i won´t write;

-> drug abuse

-> non-con

More infos;

-> There´s a possibility i refuse to write certain things or my lists might change

-> you can reach out to me if you want to, even if its not about fanfictions

-> writing will take its time, especially prompts

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a-tad-bit-peculiar · 2 years

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Probably not gonna put this in many tags, but hey!!! I’m doing prompt challenge for the month of August, so I’m gonna be extra active on my ao3! Not every fic is gonna be mphfpc related, but you can bet your ass a good chunk of them will be :-D

#mphfpc #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

so this was an "incorrect quote" from the amazing @missfalcon, who, as usual, tagged me and said this is a job for bex. and i, being the lovely friend that i am, provided.

enjoy.

You didn't even really realize you did it until someone pointed it out. But, according to Enoch, you had a tell. Specifically a tell for when you were lying. You weren't quite sure how he found out, nor how he ended up correlating the two things, but...he did. Apparently when you lied, your ears went red. You only lied for the children's good, of course, but still, he had found out. And, of course, had chosen to tease you about it in good old Enoch fashion. Since he had begun this routine, you had begun wearing your hair down, assuring that one couldn't see your ears. Most of the children weren't tall enough to try and push it back, and the older ones didn't really dare get that close to you. Not that you'd hurt them, of course, but they still knew better than to upset you; Miss Peregrine would have their heads. But one day in particular, you had forgotten to pull your hair down from it's ponytail. And of course, Enoch took advantage of this.

Dinner had just finished, and you'd been assigned dish duty. Luckily this was a smaller meal, so it doesn't take you long to finish up and put everything away. Once you're done, you replace the dishcloth in it's spot and walk out of the kitchen with one last nod to yourself. You don't really have any plans, so automatically you decide to make a visit to your favorite person. She's not in her office, surprisingly, but instead lingering in the sitting room and chatting quietly with Enoch. You walk in slowly, smiling towards Alma and nodding to Enoch, who mirrors it as you perch yourself upon the armrest of one of the sofas, trying to tune into the other's conversation. It's nothing too interesting though, so you end up not paying attention anyway, picking at your nails. "You know, I found out something about y/n a few days ago." Your head snaps up to look at the pair at the mention of your name.

You watch Alma give him a strange look, leaning against the doorframe and asking "And what might that be?" She doesn't spare a glance your way and you pray that Enoch isn't about to tell the woman what you think. But, of course, he does. "Her ears flush when she lies. It's quite funny." You hiss under your breath and call out "Don't you dare, Enoch," making the boy look over at you with a mischievous expression. Your eyes flash with a warning and you raise a pillow in the air, hovering threateningly above the couch that he's directly next to. Enoch glances at it but doesn't really mind it as he states "Watch this," to Alma, and proceeds to turn to face you properly and ask "So y/n. Do you have a crush on Miss Peregrine?" Oh for fuck's sake. The second the word "crush" comes from the boys lips you rip your hairband out so that your hair can fall over your ears when you say "No. Why would you think that?"

You can feel Alma's eyes on you, staring at you quite intensely while Enoch's glint with wicked amusement. There's no way the fact that you chose to cover your ears at that moment isn't suspicious, but you just pray that Alma assumes Enoch is lying and brushes it off. Because of course you have a crush on Miss Peregrine, and of course he would ask while she was standing right there. Of course he would. So you clear your throat and stand up, making an excuse and quickly retreating from the room, more than your ears burning red.

Your luck absolutely sucks. Why? Well, because you didn't even make it two days without being forced into a confrontation with Alma. And not just any confrontation, no no no. A confrontation about Enoch's claims and your blatant lie from the previous day. You're in the study, curled up in a chair with "Murder on the Orient Express" in your lap and a content smile on your face. It's quiet and peaceful, the faint sounds of children playing outside and pages turning. Until it's interrupted by the sound of familiar heels on hardwood. Your head raises slowly, dread gradually creeping in as the sound gets closer until the owner finally appears. You lock eyes almost immediately, and instantly regret it, looking back down at your book and trying to pretend like the way Alma looks at you isn't making your skin tingle. Absently you make sure that your hair is still down. It is.

Your ignorance doesn't make Alma go away, instead bringing her closer to you, steps slow and purposeful. Without looking at her you can still tell when she's arrived in front of your chair, and after another moment of silence, she asks "May I speak with you for a moment?" You hum neutrally but don't look up at her, even when she sighs in exasperation and moves around the chair until she's next to it and can sit down in the opposite. "Y/n. Look at me please." You sigh heavily, unwilling but also unable to ignore her, and finally move your gaze from staring at the same two words over to Alma. Her expression is more tense than normal and it sets you on edge. Without making direct eye contact, you ask "What is it you need?" The ymbryne hesitates, before replying "It's about what Enoch mentioned." You figured as much, but it still makes your skin crawl uncomfortably and a sinking feeling to enter your stomach. "Look, I'm sure he was just joking. We really don't need to--" "Oh, but I think we do, darling." The pet name subconsciously relaxes you in a way; she wouldn't use it if she was truly upset.

Finally you meet Alma's eyes, closing your book and angling your torso towards her more. A small smile twitches on the woman's lips and she states "I'm not upset y/n. It is...normal, for one to feel attracted to people in power, especially at your age." The age comment makes you frown--you're not a child--but she continues anyway. "Though I do find it a bit odd that this is the first time it's come up." The tone of voice Alma's using once again is quite disconcerting and before she can say more you quickly interject with "Alma please. We really don't have to talk about this. I know that you don't--that it's a silly...a stupid fantasy I guess. Just forget about it, please." Your gaze drops from her face again, unable to look at her, and instead focus on your nails again as a means of distraction. No one speaks for too long, and the silence is deafening. You nearly get up and walk away, but just as your muscles tense in preparation to stand, Alma speaks. "I want you to tell me to my face that you're not lying. Tell me that you don't have a crush on me, and I'll never bring it up again." You swallow through a dry throat; surely she doesn't...no, she won't drop it unless you obey, you know that much.

So with a deep breath, you swing your legs down onto the ground so you're facing Alma completely, look her dead in the eye, and quietly say "No. I don't have a crush on you." You're acutely aware of your ears heating up, but your hair is down. Your gaze hard and confident, you match her own intensity just as easily. You need her to believe you because if she doesn't, and figures out that, yes, you actually have liked her quite a bit since the first time you laid eyes upon her, then you'll never forgive yourself for the resulting rejection. Alma's eyes search yours for any hint of untruth; she finds none. The ravenette hums under her breath, and for a moment you think that you've actually gotten her to believe you. But then she leans forward and raises her hand towards you as she murmurs "Well that's a shame," and before you can stop her she's brushed your hair back to reveal your right ear, the tip hot to the touch. Your breath catches and your heart plummets, throat constricting painfully and all air leaving your lungs. "Alma, I--" "Hush."

Alma cuts you off before you can make an excuse. "I figured as much," she breathes, eyes focused on something just past yours. Throat dry, it's hard to swallow properly, but you don't dare speak as her gaze finally returns to yours and her fingers move from your hair to your face, hooking a finger under the angle of your jaw and tipping your head up just a tad. "Really, you could have just told me," she mumbles before leaning forward again and pulling you a bit closer, and you just have enough time to think "oh," before her lips are on yours. Your heart stops for a moment, you're sure of it, and when it starts again it's beating much faster than normal. As you blink a few times, making sure this isn't some cruel dream, you finally press back before Alma can pull away, squeezing your eyes shut tightly and automatically fisting your hands in the lapels of her jacket. The woman carefully lowers herself to the ground in front of you, allowing her a better angle without having to lean forward as much. The position puts you a bit higher than her and you use it to your advantage to grasp her face gently between your hands, needing to feel her skin, to feel her under you and prove that this is real. That it isn't just happening in your mind.

She's warm, and real, and it makes your skin tingle. You can feel Almas lips twitch into a small smile against yours as you absently run your thumb over her cheek--smooth , flawless skin under your fingers--and nip lightly at her lower lip. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Alma's breath catch and her own hand shake a bit on your thigh. Finally, you pull away when you can no longer breathe, though you'd be perfectly content to replace the needed oxygen with Alma; her perfume, her very existence, suffocating in the best way. Breathing a bit heavier, you sit back a close your eyes, still not quite comprehending everything happening, and Alma chuckles breathlessly, dropping her hand before standing up. And before you can say a word, she mumbles "I like you too, by the way," and is out of the room before you can reply.

#miss peregrine #alma peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #eva green #eva green x reader #fanfiction #imagine #ficlet #prompt #x reader #fem!reader #lgbtq #lesbian

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evil-feather · 2 years

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Just a thought while I'm going ice-skating with my best friend.

The reader teaching Miss Peregrine how to ice-skate. Someone PLEASE write that because I physically can't 😩🥺

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine #alma peregrine #miss p #ymbryne #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #fluff #prompt idea #ice skating #alma peregrine imagine #almalefayperegrinexreader #alma lefay peregrine #yeah i am very gay and desperate

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writersmacchiato · 4 years

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Could you do a Millard NullingsxReader with the prompts from prompt list 1 "tea or hot chocolate?", and from prompt list 2 "over the shoulder" please?

it was funny how fate worked.

if you asked horace if it was your destiny to meet millard, if the stars were aligned in your favor, if the cosmos favored you, he would merely give you a look and tell you to leave him alone.

but it had to be fate that you ended up in the same loop as millard. out of all the loops and timelines, you were sent to the same loop as millard. it was hilarious to you, embarrassing to him, when you first arrived.

miss peregrine had her wards lined up, each of them stating their name and peculiarity. you had laughed out when millard introduced himself, alongside his peculiar ability,

invisibility.

he wasn’t invisible to you.

having the ability to see auras was not something you considered particularity special or useful. but millard glowed gold, though he was starting to flush pink the longer you stared at him. it had been years since he had made direct eye contact with someone.

from then on, you grew close to the invisible boy. sitting with him as he conducted his studies of the loop, though you did tend to wander much to his dismay.

millard, unknown to you, stayed up late for months after your arrival. pouring over books in the library, trying to learn as much as he could about your peculiarity. the odds that you came to the loop, with that peculiarity, where he was unseen to everyone but you...(and Miss Peregrine, however she did it).

the answers didn’t come, but he didn’t know what he was searching for either.

he gave up his studies on you, but hid a notebook with the knowledge he did gather. though, little by little, it was less scientific and filled more with facts about you. favorite flowers. favorite color. favorite poem. favorite sounds.

it was after an afternoon spent together, much like it always passed; he studied the island, you kept him company while weaving together a daisy chain, before eventually packing up and going back to the house. this time, however, you had held his hand gently in yours.

you didn’t have to look at him to know he was tinged with a rosy pink.

back at the house, he disappeared upstairs and you put on the kettle. creeping up the stairs to the library where millard was perched over his notes. you leaned over his shoulder, arms wrapped gently around his torso.

“tea or hot chocolate?”

“tea, please.”

you hum, releasing your hold on him and going back to the kitchen. millard sat back, heart beating fast as he thought about the warmth surrounding him from your small embrace. it was embarrassing really, how he just now figured it out.

the cups were waiting on the counter for the kettle to start boiling. emma was outside, otherwise you’d have her quicken the process. but just as steam starts to come out, a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“millard-”

“i love you.”

his chin is tucked against your shoulder, golden curls falling against his forehead. with a tender touch, you brush them away. turning in his arms, you return the hug.

“i love you, too.”

fate had to have worked some magic to bring millard into your life.

#millard nullings #millard nullings x reader #millard nullings imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #mphfpc x reader #mphfpc imagine #cam's blurbs #okay i REALLY love this #i had an idea for the actual requested prompts but i had to build my way there first <3 #so this a little more than a blurb oops #i love millard a lot

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swanimagines · 4 years

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Hello there! Could you do prompt B53 with Miss Peregrine (MPHFPC)? I'd love to see your interpretation! *hugs*

Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

Warnings: none

Word count: 294

A/N: *hugs you back* ♥ And I hope you like it! Prompt: B53. “Dance with me.”

The house was quiet, the children were playing outside as Alma and you were in the living room. She looked out from the window, and the radio played songs which were heard over and over again, but Alma never got bored.

She was a peculiar woman in many ways, but the most important of them all was how she had been able to capture your heart. You saw patience, kindness, ambition and incredible beauty in her, and spending time with her was something you

“I have always loved this song.” Alma smiled as she glanced at the radio. “It brings back so many memories.”

You nodded. “It indeed is a good song.”

It was quiet for a while, but then Alma turned around and looked at you.

“Dance with me.” she said and you blinked.

“What?”

Her smile just grew as she outstretched her hand for you. “Now, let’s not waste a good song. Let’s dance to it.”

So you took her hand, and you danced. You danced across the living room, and you felt like you flew. You started to smile too, and you twirled around, confident someone saw you, that you looked stupid but you didn’t care. You were dancing, and you felt like you flew.

And when the song stopped and you let go of Alma, all the children had gathered to the door. You smiled at them sheepishly.

“Wow, I didn’t know that you and Mx L/N could dance so good!” Claire squealed, eyes wide. You were surprised to hear that.

“Oh? I didn’t look stupid?”

Emma laughed. “No! It looked like you… were flying.”

You looked at Alma, who winked at you and turned to the kids. “Well, I think it’s time for dinner, don’t you think, children?”

#alma peregrine #miss peregrine #alma peregrine imagine #miss peregrine imagine #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children imagine #alma peregrine drabble #my works #imagine #imagines #reader insert #gn reader #drabble #prompt drabble #vykanya

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rc-writes · 4 years

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So I am well aware that I have 5 requests yet to be written in my ask box rn but I'm motivated to write song requests rn. This means anyone can pick a character from one of the fandoms I write for and then give me a song for a prompt.

Ex: "Hi I would like a song request for [insert character] from [insert fandom] with the song [insert name and who it is by]"

These are the artists you can pick songs from: Taylor Swift, Harry Styles, One Direction, Why Don't We, New Hope Club, R5, The Vamps, 5SOS, Sabrina Carpenter, Dodie, Billie Eilish, Waterparks, Conan Gray, Mothica, and anything from the Julie and The Phantoms soundtrack

Please read my rules/fandom list before requesting :)

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raointean · 4 years

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MPHFPC “Prompt” 2 (it’s just a not-fancied story)

Tw: Depression, disordered eating, angst

Enoch has a little sister (about seven) named Eilidh (pronounced Ay-lee) who lives in a different Loop. They were very close and really, really did not want to be separated.

One day, an Ymbryne that hasn’t Looped yet has some business to attend to and has to leave her children with Miss Peregrine for a week. The children get there and one of them is Eilidh. Enoch is off grumping in his room instead of greeting the guests so he doesn’t know.

Eilidh decides to go poking around before dinner and finds Enoch’s room. They have a really sweet reunion and Eilidh asks Enoch to promise to never leave her again. He tells her quite frankly, that he can’t promise that because she has to leave in a week. She starts crying and he comforts her saying that they can stay together for the whole week.

It’s dinnertime so they all go downstairs and eat dinner. Everyone notices Enoch being very helpful to the little Scottish girl and their curiosity is piqued. After dinner, they move into the sitting room and introduce themselves with their names and peculiarities. Some are obvious, like octopus-tentacle-boy, others are not, like the seven year old dead-riser with the last name O’Connor.

Everyone puts two and two together and are like ‘awwww! We didn’t know you had a sister!’ And Enoch’s just like ‘shut up’. Throughout the week, no one ever sees one O’Connor without the other and they spend a lot of their time just speaking Gaelic together. It’s always nice to talk to someone in your native language when you’re the only one around who speaks it.

Alas, the end of the week approaches all too soon. Eilidh tries to hide so she can stay with Enoch but eventually she’s found. Miss Corvid has to pick up her charge and carry her kicking and screaming Gaelic obscenities the whole way. It takes everything Enoch has to stay where he is and not cry.

When everyone’s out the door, Enoch goes up to his room, locks the door, and cries. When he’s out of tears, he just idly messes with the tools on his table... for days. Miss Peregrine (who has a key to all of her children’s rooms) tries her best to comfort him but he’s just listless. He barely eats, doesn’t sleep and Miss Peregrine has had it.

She calls Miss Corvid and presents her reasons on why the O’Connor siblings must remain together. She can take another child and they both obviously benefit from being together.

Miss Corvid says that she was just about to call her for the same reason. Eilidh has not stopped crying for four days and refuses to say a word. They decide it’s best for Eilidh to go to Miss Peregrine’s Loop and it’s settled that she’ll be there tomorrow morning.

The next day, Eilidh walks into Enoch’s room and tackles him in the biggest hug ever. Enoch looks up at Miss Peregrine who’s standing in the doorway and she explains that Eilidh’s here to stay. Eilidh asks him to promise that they’ll stay together. This time, he does.

#mphfpc #prompt #prompt is used loosely #enoch o'connor #eilidh o’connor #oc #enoch speaks gaelic #scottish gaelic #enoch sister #grumpy enoch #angst #hurt/comfort #happy ending #reunion #depression tw #disordered eating tw

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gaegalsyd · 3 years

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Only for you

Summary: The children conducted a mini talent show

I read a talent show thing somewhere and my dad's been binge watching talent shows then I thought of mphfpc. And do I have unfinished stories? Yes. Will I write random stories instead of finishing those? Also yes.

Time is a precious thing, especially for Alma. Everything must be on time and not one second should not be wasted, but this does not mean not having time for amusement. This is why when Alma told you that it would be good for the children to do something fun, you immediately agreed.

During breakfast, all the children are already talking about what they plan to do for the day when Alma clears her throat to gather everyone’s attention. Before speaking, she looked at you with a little smirk on her face, then you nod to her.

“Children, miss y/n and I have talked last night and thought you might want to have more time to do something fun later this day” this was responded by excited cheers from the children which prompted you to speak with a grin “you all need not to be that excited” then the excited cheers turned to small laughs.

“Can we go to the beach, Miss Peregrine?” Olive asked

“We should have a picnic!” Claire exclaimed, then each of them shared their thoughts on what they should do instead.

Alma looked at you as if asking for some assistance which you responded with a playful shrug and a smirk. You may be considered as the second of the house, but you still leave the decision making to Alma as the ymbryne of this loop and the main caretaker of the children. You are just happy to support her in every choice she makes.

“I’m afraid that we will not have enough time to prepare for a picnic or going to the beach, I guess we can have a mini event instead” Alma said with nothing but gentleness in her voice. You really do adore seeing her being so gentle and loving towards the children.

The children agreed and talked about what they plan to do and they ended up agreeing to do a talent show. “What if we do a talent show but we can’t use our peculiarities?” Enoch voiced out which was immediately agreed to by everyone “And you’re not exempted to this, miss y/n” Enoch added with a smirk that caused another simultaneous agreement. When you looked at Alma, she was already looking at you and was failing to hide the smirk on her face and when you feigned a pout, she just shrugged as well. The two of you were the only ones to know about this small interaction of sorts and the “butterflies in stomach” never stops. This woman will be the death of you.

After breakfast, the children scrambled to finish their chores so they could plan for their mini talent show. You saw Alma in the backyard looking over the twins, you stood beside her and said “the children seemed happy with your idea” she looked at you with a smile and held your hand “you know how they can be sometimes, I am just glad to see them so happy” And you knew that you are being overwhelmed with happiness as well just by seeing her and the children happy “I cannot wait what they will be doing”.

The thing is, you will never exchange these kinds of moments for anything in this world and you may have meant that literally. Your peculiarity to feel if someone is being genuine with what they are saying allows you to pass as normal but you decided to stay in this loop after falling in love with it and to the woman sitting beside you.

After a few hours of continuing your tasks, you went to the library to have some alone moments that are needed when you have to deal with children for the whole day. Millard approached you to tell you that everyone’s already in the parlor and that the event will start any moment.

You went to the parlor and saw that the chairs are arranged the same way when they are having the movie except there is a space in the middle. Some of the children sat on the floor while you noticed that they had made a space for you and Alma to sit on the couch. Millard and Fiona stood in the center of the room, both holding a brush and using it like a microphone.

“Welcome everyone to our talent show! I will be one of your hosts for today and I am excited to showcase our talents.” Millard may be invisible but you can feel that he must be smiling widely. He was immediately followed up by Fiona “And what makes this talent show different is that, we must try our best not to use any of our peculiarities.” Millard started walking around and stopped behind you “Now, let me introduce our special guest, Miss y/n” Even though being a little surprised, you stood up and gave a wave that caused some giggles and after sitting down Millard continued “And of course, Miss Peregrine!” Alma just gave a small smile to the children, but the children seemed to be satisfied with it.

“For our first act, we have the twins!” Fiona introduced and then moved to the side. The twins performed a dance and they did it so synchronously that everyone applauded after they performed. The next to perform is Claire and Bronwyn who both sang joyfully, some of the children even sang along to the lyrics of the song. Horace followed with narrating a poem he wrote. Millard performed with his jokes that made everyone laugh not because it was funny but because of the cliche in every joke. Emma did some magic tricks that were definitely enjoyed by everyone, especially by the younger ones. Fiona showcased her talent in painting some flowers. And for the last act, Enoch, Olive, and Hugh made a skit of their everyday routines in the house, which everyone related to and laughed at.

“And of course, for our final show we have Miss y/n!” Millard announced and everyone, including Alma started applauding. You looked around in confusion but Enoch just said “we did agree that you are not exempted” then you turned to Alma to ask for some help but she just leaned to you and whispered “it’s your turn dear” you had no choice but to just sigh

You did not have any idea what to do as you stood in the middle of the room but when you looked at Alma, suddenly she was the only one you could see and it was as if seeing her again for the first time and wanting to confess your adoration towards her. And so, you knew what you could do and you started singing a song that you wrote, not looking away from Alma.

The simple thought of your name

Sends my heart to a delirious beat

And that look in your eyes,

I would trade for nothing

I was not one who understood

poems, love stories, and romance

But then you looked and smile at me,

I knew I can fill empty pages with love,

And that my soul will always remember.

After you finished singing, the children clapped and you walked slowly towards Alma feeling a little breathless as if you confessed your love to her all over again. But you’ll never tire of telling and showing her how much she means to you, you’ll never tire of seeing her look at you with so much adoration with her cheeks blushing and her eyes brighter than usual. When you reached her, she kissed your cheek that caused you to blush and it made her chuckle and the children are all smiling at the both of you knowingly. You thought that she must have been moved by what you sang, for her to kiss even just your cheek in the presence of the children is a big deal. However, you would not wish for her to take it back so you just smiled at her as a way of showing her how happy you feel.

The show ended with a standing ovation from the children and after the loop was reset, everyone turned in early. You and Alma still had to finish up some things such as tucking the children in and making sure that the house is secured. And as usual every night, you are cuddled with Alma in the bed you are sharing when a thought came up in your mind and you look at her “Why was I not exempted but you are?” which earned a small laugh from the ymbryne, she looked lovely when she doesn’t have her headmistress facade, you thought. “It was the children’s idea, my love” and you just joked to her saying “at least tell me you enjoyed my singing to make it worth it” and another small laugh from her but before saying anything, she kissed your forehead “I loved it” and you just hummed in response for you are already feeling the sleepiness.

But before you succumbed into sleep you heard a whisper from Alma “I love you”. And you may have been too sleepy to respond, but you knew that she was being genuine with her words and your heart felt full. And of course, you also knew that you love her too, with everything that she is and will be.

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