Christmas in the loop

Chapter 3- third of December

It was December the third and it really wasn't very cheerful. You hadn't been down to eat breakfast nor lunch and Emma and Olive had several times tried getting you down. When they decided not to give a fuck anymore, and tried to open your door, you could gloat over the fact that you had taken the key a while back. You had made it snow though. It didn't really help the gloomy mood you were in but hey, snow. Soon enough after lunch you heard Emma and Olive talking and stopping right in front of you door.

"Y/n the bird'll be here in a few" said one of the girls sighing.

"What's she gonna do without a key." You answered simply and heard their footsteps fading away as the clicking of heels neared.

"Y/n is something the matter?" Asked her soft voice.

"No." You said innocently though clearly something was.

"Then will you please come out?" She asked and you could tell she was leaning against the door.

"No... i'm sorry." You said before studying the picture in your hands again. A sigh was heard and then some fumbling with the key hole.

"I thought there was only one key!" You said as the door slowly swung open.

"There is" she said with a glare, then holding up her hands to show her tool. Her nails. Ugh, of course. You sighed and hid away the picture under the weight of your body letting yourself sink into the bed further.

"Please just leave me be" you had meant for it to come as a question but it sounded more like a demand... her brows knitted in worry and you turned you head away from the dark haired beauty with a frown.

"Y/n dear-" she was cut of by screams and the doors busting open. Both of you ran down the stairs when hearing the sheriff's voice.

"Miss peregrine." He said and gave me a nod.

"New one i see" he said gesturing with his head towards me. Right they lost their memories.

"Anyways found two of your little demons playing pranks with mrs. Cowell" he said turning grim.

"We've decided that you cannot take care of all of these children, without a partner" he stated. You could see she was ready to just snap his head making it simple but then Claire entered and she her face filled with fright. She couldn't kill him in front of her. Her expression showed fear but you quickly stepped in.

"She does, have a partner." She sentence was laggy but came out. She turned to you in confusion but you hinted her to play along. Of course she didn't know what you were playing at yet but she would soon figure out. You walked up behind the tall woman wrapping you arms around her waist making her breath hitch at the sudden touch. You propped your head on her shoulder while looking the policeman in the eyes.

"Me." You said to make him understand. To your surprise Alma put her arms on yours but just to empathise the point.

"Oh. Well are you two... together, together of just. Friends?" He said and something inside you snapped.

"If i kill you are you dead dead or just not breathing!" You hissed and he took shock though walked away. Alma closed the door as you stood with arms crossed with a sour expression on your face.

"Y/n... dear?" She tries but you don't look up.

"Darling? Sweetie?" She sighs.

"Little bird" she says getting closer. The new personalised nickname snaps your attention making you look up with just the faintest blush.

"What was that?" You say teasingly making the woman blush.

"Oh stop it" she says rolling her eyes still blushing and with a smile.

"I understand that you don't want to talk about you sour mood, but I can't have you locking yourself in your room all day." She states.

"Why don't you come read with me? And if you feel like telling me what seems to be the problem i'll be listening!" She says sternly as to make sure you understand her. Not being able to control it you blush and a small storm of snow erupts outside though you quickly recover and the weather does the same as you.

"I would love to." You say looping your arm in hers and walking to the parlour to crumble up under some blanket. But to your surprise she cuddles in with you leaning against you. You wrap the blanket over both of you and she closes her eyes snuggling in, not reading like she'd said. Not that you were complaining...