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another-fantasy-world · 3 years ago

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this fic>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> literature that I have to study for school

nico is just better. they’re just better.

this fic? *chefs kiss*

this fic took me a few days to process because it’s just so good?????

10/10 would recommend. Follow Nico or birds will shit on you and your car :)

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*sigh* where do I even start?

Alma and the children listening to music with us???? Uhm??? Hello??? Santa, I would like to add this to my infinity wish list please? I like to think that they seek us out just to listen to music. CHRISTMAS MUSIC??? EVEN BETTER!!!! They do have impeccable music taste.

I’m starting to believe that it’s now canon that the children are the first to see the ✨lovers tension✨ between us and alma-

me still wondering how the fuck do they know what day it is while in the loop: 👁👄👁

CHRISTMAS DECORATING WITH ALMA AND OUR CHILDREN<33333333333

Cheek kiss from Alma>>>>>> Caffeine

NO BECAUSE AT THE KITCHEN SCENE- I WOULD SIMPLY PASS OUT THE MOMENT ALMA’S HAND ARE ON MY WAIST- AND THEN I WOULD JUST DIE WHEN SHE WHISPERS PLEAAAASSSSEEEEE

Emma watching from the doorway: 😏😉😗🥰😳😲🍿🍿

the snowball scene- HAHAHAHAHA it should’ve just hit her in the face- I’M KIDDING HAHAHA

Alma raking her long ass nails through our hair = us becoming one with the (fake) snow and just melt

“Do you even know how to dance?” made me laugh so hard- it’s 2:54 am please-

DANCING WITH MISS ALMA PEREGRINE HERSELF??? 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Abe stop being a a nosy brat and go dance with Emma for fucks sake istg- stop ruining the moment /j

Gossip squad includes: Abe the nosy brat, Emma the hopeless romantic, Olive the screamer and Enoch the tsundere

“Instead of kids sitting by the tree, you instead found Alma by the tree. Not sitting, rather kneeling. She was wearing her usual outfit, but as she raised her head, having heard your surprised gasp at seeing her, you noticed a ruby red bow tied loosely and delicately around her neck, the same color as your lipstick.”

HOLY SHIT- HELLO? WHERE DID THIS COME FROM???? OMG- WHAT THE ACTUAL- OUT OF ALL THE THINGS I WAS THINKING OF THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THEM-

AND IT KEEPS GETTING BETTER????? AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Floryn.exe has stopped working... restart?

HELL FUCKING YEAH! THAT KISS REVIVED ME FROM THE DEPTHS OF FUCKING IDK

so when do we get to unwrap our present 👉🏽👈🏽

that make out session? 😳🤒😩😩💥💥💥

I can’t explain it, but your fics has such distinct style that If I saw that specific style and pattern, I’d immediately think of you. It’s like somewhere between classic literature and fanfiction. Honestly, out of context, like if you just give this fic to someone with no context and they don’t know who Miss Peregrine is (God, I don’t like thinking about it but my irl friends don’t know who she is and I just -) they’d just think that this was like a chapter from a published book. It’s that good. There were some parts where I felt like something was a bit too fast-paced and lowkey awkward but like ITS MINISCULE

In conclusion, this was great. amazing even. perfect. I also would like Alma as a Christmas present.

ᴀʟᴍᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴇɢʀɪɴᴇ | ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ

did i write this on november 7th with the encouragement of my sister and her deviousness? yes i did. what're you gonna do about it?

also this is my universe now and ransom riggs can go suck it because in my head Abe never leaves for war because we do not need jacob entering the world. ever. anyway, merry christmas y'all <3

warnings: light swearing

word count: 5K

taglist:

@havemercyonme, @winters-witch-bitch, @sythaerin, @escapetodreamworld, @anotherfantasy-world, @wizzy0-deactivated20211213, @holly-fire, @consciouschunkofmoss, @mxbeezkneez, @fxoehy, @merci-bitch, @inlovewithbilliedean, @aaron-despair, @thebijesus, @jojalie, @ahoy-gays, @when-i-miss-you, @evagreensimp, @crime-ninja, @nonbinary-cryptid-baby, @feartheclipse, @itsyourgirlmalise, @emiliaisdead, @missfalcon, @sapphic-stress, @arewecoolio, @darlingimlostwithout, @vykanya, @peregrine21, @vintageolives, @iamawriterorsomething, @whutisthus, @zyguard118, @kathryndimitrescu, @one-hundred-small-pineapples, @eowyn-for-president, @forcecaptainnoceda, @threemiceinatrenchcoat, @ilovewinter101

enjoy xx

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When you'd realized that you could play your downloaded music offline, therefore giving you the ability to play it inside the loop, you had been ecstatic. Not only could you play it for yourself but you could also now show the others what today's music sounds like. So when you'd first joined the loop and didn't have to worry about aging after leaving, you had spent hours downloading hundreds of songs onto your phone to take back to everyone. That had been forever ago, of course. But the children had appreciated it, even Alma had found herself enjoying some of the things you would play.

But starting December 1st, the only music you had played was Christmas music. It was a tradition that you'd had since you could play your own music; every year, the second December began, Christmas music would flood your home, annoying your parents and making you the happiest you'd ever been. This was no exception, of course, and while Alma--like most adults--found herself getting tired of the stuff, the children adored it almost as much as you. Enoch didn't show it, but you could tell even he enjoyed it. The crowd favorites seemed to be "Santa Tell Me" and "All I Want for Christmas Is You" for the older children, among other pop-centric tunes, and more of the classics for the younger ones; "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree", "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas", and, of course "Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer" among the top rated ones. But when you weren't getting song requests (which you didn't mind, of course) you were allowed to play some of your personal favorites.

Lately it had been "Underneath the Tree", a song which you had played at least seven times in the week leading up to Christmas. Alma had heard it a few times, each one making her sigh and shake her head in exasperation; she didn't understand how someone could listen to the same song for hours and not get sick of it. But it also made her smile, especially when you had your door cracked open and she could see you dancing around your room, singing the lyrics loudly, the younger children joining you occasionally, singing and dancing along with you. The older ones however, they actually paid attention to the lyrics, how much you seemed to enjoy them. Specifically the tagline--"You're all that I need, underneath the tree." And amongst the four of them, they hatched a plan. You see, they had been watching you and their beloved headmistress. Saw how you acted around each other, each interaction strangely tense and, sometimes, bordering on flirtatious, and Emma was nothing if not a hopeless romantic, one who in turn got most of the others just as invested in your relationships. In actuality the two of you weren't dating, or together in any sense beside friends (though you'd be lying if you said you didn't wish that you were together).

The week of Christmas was spent decorating; you getting the tree and the ornaments from the attic with some assistance from Enoch and Abe, which the children immediately wanted to begin putting op. You found some old fashioned string lights, which you hung around the edges of the sitting room, as well as some areas outside--that was a challenge, seeing as there was no electrical source outside the house, meaning you also had to find a way to sneakily retrieve an extension cord that you spent at least an hour, possibly more, getting put in place so that it was out of sight (and out of mind). Once the job was finished, it earned you a kiss on the cheek from Alma, which honestly kept you going for the rest of the week without a drop of caffeine; quite impressive. Three days before Christmas, the headmistress allowed you all to decorate the tree. You had, of course, already wrapped the lights around it with Emma dutifully by your side, knowing it was a task for someone who knew their way around electricity. From there, the rest of the kids put up the ornaments, an activity that you mostly stayed out of, except to place a single one on a higher branch, an angel of some sort.

Once that was done, everyone stepped back to admire their hard work. A decent amount of the ornaments had ended up near the bottom of the tree since most of the kids could only reach so high, though they did have some help from you and Alma, lifting them up when they really wanted to place theirs higher up. It was quite the sight to see Alma wrapping her long arms around little Claire's waist to hold her up high enough to place her little doll ornament on one of the highest branches. Watching the ymbryne interacting so actively with her charges was endearing, and left a fond smile resting on your face even hours after everyone was finished. The tree decorated, the lights up, all that was left was the treats. That was yours and Alma's job; no one else was allowed to play with the stove except for when Olive would heat up tea. So the two of you spent the good part of a day together, shaping and baking cookies, you putting your future-knowledge to work to make some new ones that the children had yet to experience.

At some point, Alma got confused as you worked on one of the special ones, a batch of peanut butter blossoms. She hadn't seen these kind, and had ended up positioning herself behind you to watch you work over your shoulder, hips pressed snug against you and hands absently resting on your waist. Your breath got caught in your throat, but you did your best to pretend that the closeness wasn't affecting you even as your cheeks burned hotly. Still your hands worked steadily, years of practice making it easy to work on autopilot. "What are you making?" Alma whispered in your ear, and you cleared your throat before replying "They're called peanut butter blossoms. They were my dad's favorite so I've made them a lot," you recalled, "I think that--that the children will like them." Alma hummed, resting her chin on your shoulder for a moment longer before finally stepping away and returning to her own tray, checking the oven absently. The rest of the day went smoothly, soft music playing in the background as the kids messed with your phone, only a few bumps occurring that either left you laughing or blushing. Overall, you had quite a bit of fun. So did Emma, watching you from the doorway with an entertained smile.

Finally, it's the day before Christmas. You'd spent the day with the kids, conjuring up some snow for them to play in and to set the mood better. It was an action that made Alma quite happy, always enjoying you interacting with her children so easily, doing things for them that you really didn't have to do, simply because you wanted to. You caught her eye once, in the window, and grinned towards her, casually tossing a snowball at the window that made the ravenette step back automatically. When she returned she was scowling, but you could tell it was playful and winked back before bringing your attention to Hugh, who was pulling at your arm to help him build a snowman, aptly named Frosty. Somehow you knew that they had no idea how ironic that was. It wasn't too cold, seeing as the snow wasn't naturally made, but it was chillier than normal, which added to the overall novelty of the day.

Eventually though, you were all called inside, Alma standing in the doorway. Warm light spilled from the open door, silhouetting the woman standing there with her hands linked and back straight. The snowflakes that fell in front of your face slightly obstructed your view, but you could still see her affectionate smile as she watched her wards filter into the house. It was every part the classic Christmas card image, like coming home to a warm house, wife and children waiting eagerly to celebrate Christmas Eve. The correlation you automatically made between the idea of a wife and Alma made your pace stutter, along with your breath, but before anyone could notice you schooled your features. Just in time, as you approached the steps and Alma turned to face you with a slightly more fond smile. Her eyes moved up and caught on a few spots of snow in your hair. Casual as can be, she reached out and raked her fingers through it, effectively melting the delicate flakes, along with your heart, and you ducked your head, flustered as you thanked her quietly.

The ymbryne nodded and allowed you past, watching you for a long moment before doing the same, closing the door gently behind her and heading into the kitchen where the rest of the children were already gathered. You slipped off your light jacket and hung it up on the coat stand before following Alma silently. The kids were bustling around, talking loudly between themselves. Their excitement was palpable and your embarrassment faded easily into a matching joy, grinning and, as usual, enabling their antics as you picked Claire up and spun her around. The girl laughed loudly and soon Bronwyn and Fiona wanted the same treatment. They received it of course, until finally Alma stated that it was time to eat. You felt bad that you'd forgotten to come in and help her, but she assured you that it was fine and you playing with the children--therefore keeping them out of the kitchen, and the house peacefully silent--was enough help. You nodded and smiled before slipping into your seat. Alma did the same, speaking loud enough to be heard over the chatter when she said "Now, I know you're all very excited, but I don't want to see you attempting to rush through dinner. Presents will be opened tomorrow morning."

A few sighs were heard from around the table, but none were bold enough to protest, and soon you were all digging in. You muttered a compliment to Alma about her cooking, delicious as always, and the ravenette smiled back playfully, teasingly stating "Did you expect any different, darling?" You went along with the jeer, and just as smoothly replied "Of course not, dear." Paired with a wink it left Alma a bit speechless; you weren't often one for endearments, so the sudden use of one was a welcome surprise. Still the woman cleared her throat and refocused on the rest of the kids and her own meal, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. You chuckled at her stubbornness but made no comment on it.

The rest of the meal passed smoothly and without mishap, and before you knew it all of you were in the sitting room. It was still decorated wonderfully, lights twinkling along the walls and a few little items sprinkled here and there around the room. You sat yourself down against the edge of the couch on the floor, The Twins on either side of you and Claire in your lap as usual while Horace began his projection. Luckily he hadn't dreamt of any specific presents, but you did catch a glimpse of red contrasting against something blue, falling snow and a flickering fire. It was a nice change from Horace's usual dreams of tailors, a topic that for once didn't appear even once. Instead his dreams had been filled with Christmas warmth and joy that left all of you smiling--even Alma. Soon it was over, and the children were being told to head to bed. Although, you did make sure that they all got to choose some cookies for "Santa" (breaking news, notmanagingmymischief makes claims that Santa is, in fact, not real, more at six) before being sent to bed with the promise that if they fell asleep fast and did as they were told, Santa would come and give them all their gifts. All of them besides the older children fell for it, of course, but even they kept the spirit up and pretended to believe your words.

Alma lingered in the doorway as her children walked past, some giving her hugs and others passing with no more than a smile and nod. Once they were all gone, the ravenette finally looked back to you. In the back of your mind you thought that she looked a bit more nervous than normal. You smiled back and mumbled "That was eventful, huh?" Alma nodded, humming in agreement and walking over to the small table where the plate of cookies and glass of milk, lights still on and creating a warm glow about the room. Meanwhile, you retrieved your phone and scrolled through your Christmas playlist, searching for a suitable song. Finally you found one, tapping on it and turning up the volume as "I'll Be Home for Christmas" began playing. It caught Alma's attention and she looked to you over her shoulder, one perfect brow arched in question. You smiled mischievously and held out your hand, dropping the phone onto a table. "May I?" Alma looked between you and the proffered hand skeptically, asking "Do you even know how to dance?"

You scoffed playfully, mocking offense as you exclaimed "Do I know how to--Alma! What do you take me as? Uncultured?" "Yes, actually." The casual comeback, slipping from her lips alongside a blank expression, made you laugh loudly. You said the woman's name again, still laughing slightly, and stated "How dare you! And yes, I do in fact, know how to dance. My mother taught me when I was like seven." Alma continued to stare at you, finally straightening up again but still smiling brightly. The song looped to start from the beginning again, and finally the ymbryne pulled in a deep breath before letting it out as a heavy sigh and nodding in acquiescence. Your leg bounced a bit in excitement when the woman took your hand in hers, allowing you to pull her closer. Your grin had dimmed into a fond smile and you automatically placed your other hand on Alma's waist, earning you a strange look; perhaps she's used to leading. But tonight she allowed you to do so, and as the first "Christmas Eve will find me" played, and it didn't take long for the two of you to set a casual rhythm. You watched carefully as Alma's expression relaxed and she muttered "I will admit, you do have...some skill."

Normally you'd return it with your own teasing jab but tonight you just hummed and murmur "Told you so." Alma rolled her eyes but also smiled, and you knew that she was enjoying herself as her hand tightened just slightly in yours.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, a certain brunette had snuck downstairs at the sound of music, and watched from around the corner as you and his headmistress danced about the room, not once stumbling or losing pace with the slow song. Even after it ended and moved onto "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas", you continued to move in time, exchanging quiet conversation. Abe's eyes sparkled in devious delight, eager to tell Emma all about this little moment of soft intimacy between you and Alma, knowing she'd go absolutely mad over it. A few minutes passed, and Abe finally prepared to leave you two be, giving you some much needed privacy, just barely hearing you mutter "I believe we're being watched," and Alma replying "Oh yes. You just now noticed?" You let out a breathy laugh and rolled your eyes. Finally Abe snuck off, retreating back up the stairs silently. You continued to dance with Alma until the song ended, at which time the ravenette finally sighed and pulled away, mumbling something about getting to bed. You nodded, knowing she was right, and moved to stop your music.

As soon as the room fell silent again, you bid your goodnight to Alma, snuck in a quick kiss to her cheek, and slipped out of the room and up to yours, ignoring the little "hey!" the ymbryne let out. You ignored the obvious fact that Emma and at least a few others were still awake, given away by the light that slipped past the crack beneath her door. They were old enough to deal with themselves and you trusted they'd get to bed before Alma caught them. While you got ready for bed, you put your earbuds in and listened to "Underneath the Tree" a few more times, just for the hell of it. And because it absolutely slaps.

Meanwhile, Abe had just entered Emma's room, everyone else also gathered with the exception of the younger children. As soon as the door was closed he began to whisper yell, excitedly telling them all about yours and Alma's shared dance. It made Emma and Olive squeal happiness only for Enoch to shush them while Abe came to sit on the floor as he spoke. Together, they talked quietly and finished planning their...well, plan, and promised to put it into motion at the first sign of Alma's wake the next morning.

The next morning, you were awoken by a beam of warm sun in your eyes, having forgotten to close your curtains the previous night. You yawned and stretched your arms above your head, reluctantly getting out of bed after a few more minutes of rest. Slowly, you began to get ready for the day. You'd found a special dress for the holiday, a deep red number with white fur bordering the bottom hem and sleeve cuffs, along with black stockings and flats. After some shimmering green eyeshadow and ruby lipstick, you fixed your hair and were finally ready. So you exited your room, only to be immediately met with Fiona standing directly outside your door talking to Millard. They both looked at you, or so you assumed since Millard's classic hat tilted upwards, and Fiona quickly exclaimed "Merry Christmas, y/n!" Millard repeated the statement and you returned it with a beaming grin. Horace walked out of his own room right about that time, your outfit catching his eye. A polite smile followed, along with "You're looking quite festive this morning." You laughed, shrugging and replying "Well, yknow. When in Rome, eh?" It earned you a small chuckle.

Soon though, you wanted to get downstairs incase Alma needed assistance. But as soon as you went to walk down the steps, Fiona stopped you and exclaimed "Wait! Not yet!" You gave her a skeptical look, already suspicious. "There's a surprise for you and it's not ready yet," the small brunette claimed, and you took a deep breath, hesitant to believe her but, not wanting to ruin the 'surprise', nodded and agreed to wait until she gave you permission. You leaned against the banister and made sure your dress was still looking good, for at least five minutes until finally Fiona let you know that you could head downstairs. Exasperated, albeit eager to see what this surprise consisted of, you obeyed and hopped down the steps until you hit the landing. You headed into the kitchen first, not seeing anyone around, then moved to the dining and sitting rooms. Nothing. A bit wary, you finally went to the study, hoping that the others were simply gathered around the tree, as young children do. You did not find any children. But you did find Alma. You took a startled step back as your lips parted and eyes widened in surprise. Because of all the things you expected to see when you entered, this was not one of them.

Instead of kids sitting by the tree, you instead found Alma by the tree. Not sitting, rather kneeling. She was wearing her usual outfit, but as she raised her head, having heard your surprised gasp at seeing her, you noticed a ruby red bow tied loosely and delicately around her neck, the same color as your lipstick. Nearly speechless, you did manage to choke out a slightly cracked version of her name, earning you a nervous smile. When she didn't move or stand up, you hesitantly walked closer, watching her unusually timid behavior carefully. The woman's head bowed slightly again, gaze not meeting yours even when you stood directly in front of her. Taking a chance, you carefully hooked your fingers under Alma's chin to tilt her head back up, forcing her eyes up as well. They connected with yours and you could see the anxiety swimming just beneath the surface as you stared down at her in confusion. "How in the world did you let yourself be talked into this, Alma?" You asked, a smile finally playing on your lips. It slightly relaxed the woman, and gave her enough courage to reply "Honestly, I'm not quite sure. I suppose I have a weakness for seven children collectively begging me to."

The image of kids crowding around Alma and pleading with her to do this made you laugh, shaking your head playfully. You hadn't yet released Alma's chin, keeping her head up and baring her neck, still adorned with the bright red bow. Your gaze dropped to it for a moment, amusement no doubt showing on your face. "You look like a present, all wrapped up so prettily. Or are you a puppy with your pretty red bow?" You teased her, voice dropping to a purr and effectively bringing a flush to Alma's neck that crept slowly up to her face. You leaned down a bit closer and murmured "The question is, who gets to unwrap you?" with a smirk, eyes dropping to Alma's lips for a moment, parted with surprise. You were close enough to hear her breath hitch before she whispered "Well that all depends on who wants me, doesn't it?" It was bold, and you had to admit sent your heart fluttering. Your gaze returned to Alma's, darkened slightly, mirroring your own. So you breathed "I may have an idea of who that could be," unconsciously licking your lips, which inevitably caught Alma's gaze, cobalt eyes focused on scarlet.

They stayed there for quite some time, the ymbryne not quite able to respond until she finally managed to choke "Who do you have in mind?" Your smirk twitched up a bit further, and Alma just had time to look back to your eyes before you had replied "Me," and finally brought your lips to hers. The suddenness took Alma's breath away and she instinctually leaned up on her heels, trying to get closer to you with you still firmly keeping her head in place by her jaw. The kiss was tender but left both of you breathless as well as speechless; though you weren't planning on talking with your lips still very much preoccupied. Neither of you were willing to break the kiss, even as the angle began to get slightly uncomfortable, and your free hand absently fiddled with the bow at Alma's neck, running your thumb across the silky material and up to the woman's jaw, where you traced the length of the bone. Finally though, you did have to breathe, so you pulled back a few inches, letting go of Alma's chin but still running your thumb against her jaw affectionately. The look in her eyes was overflowing with fondness, and she went to say something.

But before she could, the shouts of excited children entered the room, followed by grinning teenagers, and you knew exactly who had put Alma in this position. You almost wanted to reprimand them for making her uncomfortable, but you also knew that without this little push you most likely wouldn't have ended up where you are now. So instead you sighed heavily and straightened up, helping Alma to her feet before saying "This was your idea, wasn't it Emma?" The blonde nodded, clearly not ashamed in the least, and the others also piped in with admittances of guilt. You just chuckled, Alma glaring softly at her children, though it disappeared when you squeezed her hand, still linked at your sides. After a moment of silence, you gave them an expectant look and gestured behind you to the other, non-human presents, and instantly the kids were in motion, crowding around your legs and falling to the floor looking for their respective gifts. You laughed loudly and gently pulled Alma out of the throng of hyper younglings, the two of you watching from the sidelines as they began opening them (with Alma's permission of course) and talking excitedly about their bounty.

Neither of you spoke for a while, and eventually Alma checked her watch and slipped out of the room with an apologetic smile and kiss on the cheek. As soon as the headmistress had disappeared, Emma approached you with a small smile. "Took you long enough," she said, and you rolled your eyes. "How did you even come up with this?" you asked instead of scolding her, and the blonde replied "Well, we heard you listening to that one song on repeat and decided we'd, you know," she laughs quietly, "Take a hint from it." You knew what song she was speaking of almost immediately and stated "You're all I need underneath the tree," dumbfounded at their cleverness. Emma nodded, smiling smugly, and returned to the others with one last snarky comment. Finally, figuring they'd be okay alone for a few minutes, you snuck off to retrieve Alma again, finding her in the kitchen readying breakfast. She sensed your approach and her head raised with a smile, one you returned easily as you came to her side. "You know, I've got a present for you too," you mumbled, resting your chin on her shoulder.

The ravenette hummed in interest, continuing to work but responding with "And what might that be, darling?" You laughed airily and exclaimed "Well I can't tell you! Then it wouldn't be a gift!" From the corner of your eye you could see Alma roll hers yet again and gently grazed your fingers over the ribbon she had yet to untie from her neck. "Are you planning on taking that off? Or do I get the honor of opening this present?" You breathed, slipping behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. Warm breath fluttered against Alma's skin and sent shivers down her spine, the double meaning not lost on her in the slightest. As you placed gentle kisses against her neck, the woman shakily replied "Who gave you the idea that you get to do such a thing?" Her voice wavered as she spoke and you waited patiently as she continued; "Haven't you heard of 'you can look, but you can't touch'?" The statement, posed as a challenge, made you smirk wickedly, lips still pressed to Alma's skin, and before she could register you moving, she had been spun around and pressed firmly against the counter. The ymbryne's heart skipped a beat as you leaned over her, lips just inches from brushing as you murmured "If I were you, I wouldn't be teasing me like that."

Though Alma's heart was nearly beating out of her ribcage she still managed a playful smile, one which would no doubt be wiped from her face soon enough, and replied "But you look so wonderful when you're frustrated." Not even seconds later your mouth was on hers, demanding and rough, once again stealing Alma's breath right out of her lungs and ripping a surprised moan past her lips. She did her best to respond in tandem, though you did make it quite difficult with the way your fingers had moved to grip her hips tightly. Alma's own arms raised to curl around your neck, resting her elbows on your shoulders as you pressed her into the counter and kissed her 'til she could barely remember her own name. Though she did try to speak at some point, breathlessly mumbling "Darling, the children--" But you quickly shut her down with a quick "Are busy with their presents," and reattached your lips to hers in yet another hungry kiss. She supposed you were right; the kids were most likely not even missing either of you, too focused on their new possessions to notice your disappearance.

Alma just about forgot her task of preparing the meal, as your tongue slipped past her lips and curled around her own, well practiced and honestly putting her own skill to shame--in the best way of course--and completely emptying her head of anything but your mouth and your name, playing on loop in her mind and occasionally spilling from her lips as you lavished her neck with attention, finally pulling the bow's tails and undoing the knot, letting it hang across her shoulders. It's ruby red a sharp contrast to her navy jacket, you absently registered that's what had been in Horace's dream last night. Still you didn't think about it too much as Alma pulled you back to her lips before she could let a too-loud noise pass them, the borderline moan instead felt against your lips. Your name was said like a prayer, chanted as a mantra that Alma's life depended on her getting correct--every sound that came from her mouth another invocation of a deity only you knew. You spoke her own name against pale, burning skin, orisons of worship to the woman you love. And when you finally had to stop, when you at last removed your lips from Alma's, still you repeated benedictions like it was your last day alive, like Alma was the only one who could save you.

The woman whined when you removed your lips from hers and tried to lean forward and catch them again, somehow completely abandoning her natural tendency to keep a tight schedule. But you did not, and took it upon yourself to remove her watch from her pocket, checking the time and doing your best to estimate how much longer it would be before a torrent of hungry children would pour into the room requesting sustenance like wild beasts. You weren't very good at it though, not nearly as good as Alma, but luckily she got the hint quick enough and shook herself out of her daze, clearing her throat and snatching her time piece from your hand, checking it herself. It only took a glimpse of the hands to have her stating "We have seven minutes and thirteen seconds to finish breakfast." You nodded, and let her up with no more than a quick peck to her cheek, still warm to the touch. It took Alma a moment longer to fully collect herself, but after taking a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly, she snapped into action, back to her usual self (mostly). And as she worked, stealing the occasional kiss here and there, the ymbryne couldn't think of a better way to start Christmas.

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