Character Oneshots!

Welcome Home Part 3 (F)

(A/N: I was looking again, and there's not enough miss peregrine anywhere, Eva Green is too hot for this, so I must create!! - it's unfinished, but it's been in my drafts for far too long.)

"Morning," Y/N whispered, watching Alma's eyes gently roll under their lids, protesting against the light streaming through from the window. It was like the gates of heaven had opened for Y/N and the woman before her was her prize.

"Good morning," the older woman replied, opening her eyes gently, allowing them to adjust to the halo around Y/N's head from the window.

"You should see yourself right now," Y/N said, admiring her. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She transformed, shifting and changing to mirror her falcon. Alma, however, only stared at the heterochromic eyes, ever unchanging and ever Y/N.

She kissed Y/N, distracting her enough for her to change into her true self. Alma threw herself back, facing the ceiling, her arm touching the headboard. She turned her gaze back to Y/N and found she could not get enough of the woman before her.

Three knocks at the door startled the women, Emma's voice emanating from the other side, the door opening.

"Miss Peregrine, have you seen-" she cut herself off. "Where did you get a cat?"

"I don't know," Alma answered honestly, looking to the cat curled upon her chest. "It must have snuck in through the window. It's happened before." She tried to play it down, but living in a loop, things didn't seem to change. Y/N, in her black cat form, was gladly facing away from Emma, hiding the heterochromic eyes from sight.

"Anyway, I was just going to ask where Y/N was?"

"What's the time?" Miss Peregrine questioned, too tired for this right this minute.

"6am?"

"Go back to bed. I'm officially calling it a Sunday today, lie ins for everyone!" She waved the child out, watching Emma shut the door and Y/N transform back, now on top of her, stark naked, and skin to skin. What a way to wake up indeed.

"Let's sleep a little longer then," Y/N said, moving to allow her lover to 1. Breathe, and 2. Move so she could be held as the little spoon. Who would have thought? Miss Peregrine, the little spoon.

And so Alma did, she drifted once more, comforted by the safety of the arms around her.

When Alma awoke about an hour later, confusion filled her as she only felt the cold of her bed. She suddenly began to doubt everything. Was it a dream? She heard laughing and cheering from downstairs, confused, she put her dressing gown on and exited the room.

"She emerges," was the greeting she received. "Everyone say good morning!"

A chorus of overly cheery 'good mornings' were speedily thrown her way before all attention was devoured by the activity Y/N had engaged all the children in.

"Everyone ready?" A chorus of shouts said affirmative. "Alright," Y/N said dramatically, waving her fingers over the frying pan as if she were magic. "Stand back."

Y/N tossed the pancake in the air, flipping it over. Everyone was impressed, even Enoch was hovering in the corner of the room watching the proceedings.

"And there ya have it, perfect pancakes for the peculiar children!"

She served the smallest ones first, all done and running off to start their day together. She served the older children, who needed one or two servings for them to be full enough to move on. Finally, she and Alma sat together in the kitchen, eating their pancakes.

"How dare you leave me this morning," Alma said jokingly, a slight smirk on her lips.

"My humblest apologies, my queen. The princes and princesses were going to wake you, and I couldn't let someone so beautiful not get their beauty rest," she put on a regal sounding voice, pretending to be some sort of mediaeval twatt.

"You are only forgiven, my queen," Alma countered, not allowing for any lower rank to be given to her lover, I guess we're both acting like medieval twatts then, Y/N thought. "If you pass me the sugar, I'm going to need some extra energy." They laughed together, Y/N passing the sugar, and continued to chatter idly.

"I've travelled far and wide, across all the continents," Y/N stated, interrupting the conversation abruptly. "And I've not met anyone as gorgeous as you."

"You don't mean that," the falcon blushed, looking away.

"I do," Y/N said, taking her chin and making her look at her once more. "I've seen many." Y/N began to shift, oriental people, Indian, South American, Latinas, male, female, black, white, and everything in-between. Y/N stopped when she reached Alma's face. "It's always been you." She allowed herself to melt into her true face, watching Alma's gaze soften.

Alma blushed at the sentiment, not knowing how to take even one  compliment in her life.

"You should know," Alma stated, taking another bite if her pancake and finishing it. "That no matter whos face you become, it's always your own that mesmerises me. I don't think I could ever stop looking into your eyes."

Y/N melted, the silence that now encompassed them overwhelmingly comfortable and she basked in the company of the headmistress.

"Y/N! Y/N!!" A shout ran through the house, accompanied by footsteps.

"Woah, slow down, bud! We don't run through the house, remember?" Y/N smiled and looked towards Alma for her reaction, but both turned back to the invisible boy. "What can I do for you Millard?"

"The ball!" He gasped, a little out of breath. "It's an emergency!"

"Well, if it's an emergency, then I better come quick!" Millard pulled Y/N out into the bright sunlight and over to the 'football pitch'.

"Ahh, I see," Y/N said, looking up to Fiona's dinosaur

Y/N transformed to be 10 feet tall, and brought the ball down to them, shrinking all the way to their size to get a reaction from them.

"Thanks!" They said in unison, and ran away to continue playing.