Eva Green and Alma Peregrine oneshots

Library

Tw: mentions about self harm
Art's not mine!

Y/N?!

Alma shouted from time to time, searching through the whole house for you. You two were supposed to make dinner together, since you were the oldest child in her loop. Well, more like young adult.

You could leave, of course, but decided to stay, mainly because you were in love with the headmistress. But you said it was because you thought it would be easier for her if someone would help her with younger children.

And, in general, you fulfilled your duties perfectly, so she was really worried.

She knew that you used to self harm, in fact she was the first one you told. Whenever you relapsed, she'd help you clean your wounds and put bandages. But recently, she spotted that you stopped coming to her with tears in your eyes and nervously crossing your arms. She asked you about it, of course, and was incredibly happy that you haven't done it for weeks.

But there were side effects. Even if you stopped cutting, negative emotions still affected you, so your obssesive-compulsive disorder got worse.

You checked if kids were alright even of you've done it twice already. Miss P let you take care of the library, so every book had its place, and you immediately spotted when kids didn't put it in right place.

You again started picking your skin, especially at fingers and biting your lip.

The only good thing from this, was that you were never late. Once, you were late for breakfast, because you helped Emma with taking care of young squirrel that broke its leg. Later you had a panick attack, so Alma had to comfort you and watch you for the whole day.

That's why she was so worried now. You should be waiting for her already.

Finally, she found you in the library, next to the pile of books.

What happened here Y/N?

You obviously couldn't tell her the real reason. You decided that you'll confess to her today, but you were so stressed, that you ended in here.

I tried to put the books in right order. I tried alphabetical, according to titles, then according to colours, then to the amout of pages.

You explained and watched her confused expression.

But nine of this seems right.

Weren't they good before?

I don't know!

You fell on your knees and started breatning deeply. You started to punch your own head.

Stop!

She kneeled next to you and took your hands. Now, she saw that your fingers were bleeding.

Oh my god, here, let me wipe it.

She used a tissue to clean your hands from your own blood.

Maybe, we could try to put them alphabetically, but according to authors?

You slowly nodded, but stopped her when she grabbed two books.

You won't do this right Fay.

She seemed upset, but then tried to smile.

So you need to show me how exacly you want me to put them on shelves. You need help if you want to finish before midnight.

When you were done, you sat at the ground and breathed heavily.

Thank you.

No problem love.

You flinched when you heard how she called you. Is it possible that she feels something towards you? You shook your head, as it was supposed you to help get rid of these thoughts.

Oh, by the way Y/N...

She started searching for something in her pockets. Then she handed you a package. You opened it and saw a blue pop it. At first you didn't know what shape this was, but when you understood, you just laughed.

Seriously Alma? A blue bird?

What's wrong with this?

She asked innocently.

Nothing. Where'd you get it?

I bought it in world outside the loop.

Oh. I'm grateful.

Maybe I can get a kiss as thanks?

Sure.

You quickly kissed her cheek and turned away, trying no to blush.

No, not like this. Here.

She seductively traced her finger over her lips. You couldn't believe in what you saw.

You both slowly leaned and connected your lips. Her were soft and sweet. She tasted a bit like her cigarette, but not in too intensive way. When you pulled away, you saw her smirk.

I'm in love with you angel.

Fay, I... I mean...

You sighed.

I love you too Alma LeFay Peregrine.

You heard children's noises, coming dangersously close.

Let's go birdie.

She smiled and followed you to the door.