#Millard x Victor

[theducklingart]

Definitely canon

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

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Requests: Open / Closed

That's what I can do — take the life of one thing and give it to another, either clay like this or something that used to be alive but ain't anymore.

> Enoch O'Connor

- ALMA PEREGRINE

- JACOB PORTMAN

- EMMA BLOOM

- ENOCH O'CONNOR

Babysitting

- MILLARD NULLINGS

- FIONA FRAUNFELD

- HORACE SOMNUSSON

- HUGH APISTON

- VICTOR BRUNTLEY

- BRONWYN BRUNTLEY

- OLIVE ELEPHANTA*

- CLAIRE DENSMORE*

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

Credit/s: @k1ssyoursister for the divider

[sprites-writing]

Chapter 14: Castles Crumbling

Freya POV, 1350 words kinda all over the place because this is a filler chapter, shit's going down next chapter ;)

heads up that there's kinda graphic descriptions of injuries throughout, especially concerning blood, tldr if you need it at the bottom :) also heavy talk of insecurities/self-worth issues

chapter 1 chapter 13

By the time the rain stopped, we were down on the beach, the stars shining in the sky as if twelve lives hadn’t just been destroyed. I stood a few feet away from the others, their distrust in me breaking my heart into a thousand little pieces.

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the pain from my wounds was making it hard to stand up straight. I had a bullet still lodged in my left shoulder, my right hand was sprained, if not broken from how hard I had landed on it while trying to save Enoch and I had easily a dozen deep cuts from the glass. Blood was slowly seeping onto my dress, staining the green a reddish-brown.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” Fiona said, “What do we do now?”

Jacob looked lost, leadership obviously not being something he was used to. “I-is there any sign of Miss Peregrine and that Wight?”

“Gone. They must have had a boat.” I shook my head, the motion sending more blood out of my shoulder and I clamped my most definitely broken hand over it.

“We need to go after them,” Jacob said, stating the obvious. “We know he’s taking her to Blackpool.”

“But Blackpool is miles away! The next ferry doesn’t go for hours. We’ll never make it in time,” said Millard.

“Not unless we go by boat too.”

I snorted, “Where the fuck are we gonna find a boat?”

Turns out there was a boat. Mind, it was easily 200 metres underwater, but there was a boat. Slowly, we swam down, Emma blowing air bubbles for us to be able to breathe. Every stroke of my arms sent agony flaring up my shoulder and down my back, the bullet had done more damage than I thought.

While Emma worked on filling the rest of the boat up with air once one room was sufficiently dry enough for us to breathe, the rest of us slowly moved room by room through the ship, finding enough bedrooms for each peculiar to have two, the engine room and a room full of skeletons.

Before long, we all ended up in the bridge. The angle that the ship had taken to get out of the water resulting in most of us falling against a wall. Once we were out of the sea, Enoch came and stood beside me as we all looked out at the island. There was no guarantee we would ever come back, let alone live past tomorrow.

I did my best to avoid everyone, including Enoch, for the next few hours. The betrayal in their eyes was too much for me to handle, especially while we rushed to Blackpool.

It was like every single good thing I had done in the last nearly seventy years had been erased in a matter of an hour. Every night spent drinking in the village with Olive and Emma meant nothing. Every time I took care of Wyn and Claire meant nothing. Every afternoon I soothed Fiona when she lost control because of Hugh, they meant nothing.

If I had to see my family look at me like I was a monster one more time…

In a way, they were confirming all the fears I’d had since I was thirteen. No one could ever fully accept that someone they loved could kill them and anyone else in seconds if their control slipped for only a moment.

I will always be on my own. I will never have anyone for long.

Maybe it was a gift of sorts to have seventy years of being loved, even if I had to hide such a big portion of myself to get it.

My spiral of self-pity was interrupted as I turned down the hallway that led to the room I’d claimed for the night. It was a good few hallways away from both where the younger and older wards were sleeping. Enoch was leaning on the wall next to the door.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, everything’s fine,” I said, trying to push past him to open the door.

“Sure, that’s why there’s blood all over you.”

I half-turned to him, “I can fix it.” I didn’t like being shitty to him but it would keep him safe and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t my top priority.

He raised an eyebrow, he knew damn well I was bullshitting, “You can fix a bullet wound with one hand?”

I sighed in defeat and let him follow me in. While he found a first aid kit in the bathroom, I pulled off my dress and my cami underneath, leaving me in a soft bralette and bloomers.

I had just sat on the bed when Enoch turned around with bandages and tweezers in hand. At the sight of me, his jaw dropped slightly, “I didn’t realize it was so bad, I would’ve annoyed you into letting me help earlier if I knew.”

To be fair, I was looked a mess. I had rebraided my hair after getting to the ship but the water had wreaked havoc on my curls and had left them in a mat of tangles. My shoulder had stopped bleeding, but there was still blood crusted from my collarbone to my bicep. There wasn’t too much blood from the glass but that was only because they were still embedded in my skin.

“Where do you want to start?” he said, sitting down gently next to me.

“Bullet. Probably not good for it to stay in there long.” He nodded and I twisted so that he could see where it entered. 

He unscrewed a bottle of whiskey and poured some on a cloth. “This is going to hurt like hell but we can’t risk infection, not right now.” Enoch wiped the cloth over my bloodstained skin and I hissed through my teeth at the sting. To say it hurt would’ve been the understatement of the century. It felt like it was burning through my raw skin.

After what felt like far too long, he had me lie on my back so that he could find the bullet. The tweezers were freezing as he dug through the muscle and flesh of my arm. There was a slight tugging feeling before the bullet was out.

“Here’s the little fucker,” he said, dropping it into my waiting hand. It was only a few minutes longer before I was stitched and bandaged up.

“Glass next?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long process. Thankfully, it had been mostly big shards of glass that got stuck, the majority of the small pieces bouncing off me.

After another twenty minutes he asked “Is there anything else?”

“I might have, possibly, definitely broken my hand when I was trying to grab the hollow,” I said, scrunching my face up as I waited for his reaction.

Noch blinked twice, “What?”

I held up my hand. Two of my finger were at an unnatural angle and you could just barely see where one of my bones poked into my skin slightly. It was a miracle I could move my hand at all right now.

“Oh shit. That-that is definitely broken. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Me neither. Maybe we could bandage it? So that it doesn’t get worse?”

“Alright, we can do that.” He gently wrapped my hand then redid the bandages on my arm and thigh from when Claire spilt her hot chocolate. 

God, I thought, that couldn’t have been just three days ago.

There we sat in silence, Enoch cradling my fucked over hand in his like it was something to be protected, like I was something to be protected, and I suddenly realized what was going to happen. We were finally going to talk about the elephant in the room that we’d been ignoring for sixty years.

“Frey—” he started and I snatched my hand back.

I shook my head, clutching my broken hand to my chest as I stood up. “I-I can’t,” I said backing away until I reached the door.

And then I ran.

TLDR if the injury talk was not for you: Freya begins to distance herself from the others because she thinks she's worthless after how the others (minus Enoch) reacted to the death-touch part of her peculiarity. They go down to the Augusta. General talk of how they confirmed the fears she had for years about not being accepted for her peculiarity and maybe it was a gift that she got nearly 70 years of them not knowing. Enoch fixes up all her injuries even tho she's been trying to avoid him. Enoch tries to get her to talk about their feelings but she panics and runs off.

chapter 15

[woodandwaxwings]

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Victor Bruntley

Their Achilles and Patroclus

Roommates(+Ajax Petropolis)

Bronwyn Bruntley

Millard Nullings

L.O.V.E.

request

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Emma Bloom

Jacob Portman

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : star trek, american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md

[milfswriter]

So i heard you want alma peregrine requests -well ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!

fem!reader doing ALL alma's work for her so she can get a day/s off. pls mommy bird NEEDS it.

Prompt, fluff; “i want to spend the day with you doing nothing.”

Alma is my baby. I'll never not write for her, reading the books hurt me so bad cause her brothers are fucking dicks :(

Day Off

Alma Peregrine x Telekinetic!reader

Summary: Alma is taking the day off, according to you.

Notes and warnings: this takes place before jake comes into the loop.

You woke up unnaturally early that day, stretching your arms before seeing Alma sleeping soundly next to you. She looked so exhausted as you watched her face contort as a result of whatever dream she was having.

You sneaked out of bed, quickly did your morning routine, and went downstairs to start breakfast. You took out the pans and the cutting board and used your powers to make the scrambled eggs and cut the salad while you set up the table.

You saw a book flying in the air, approaching the living room, and sighed. "Millard, Clothes. now!" you ordered and saw the book fall.

"Miss Y/n? Why are you up so early? this is my reading hour" he asked, you couldn't see where he was at this point.

You told him about giving Alma a break and that he should wake the others now for breakfast. He gave you a hum and you heard his footsteps as he walked away.

In turn, you followed him after making sure everything was set up and went to your and Alma's shared bedroom. You approached her slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder to gently wake her up.

The Ymbrine stirred before opening her eyes to see you smiling down at her. "Hm?..did I sleep too long? are the children okay?" you nodded.

"Everyone is okay, it's actually pretty early. I made breakfast" She raised a skeptical eyebrow at you before getting out of bed and checking her pocket watch.

You let her get dressed before going back downstairs to see the children sitting at the dining table sleepily.

"What's this about?" Enoch asked grumpily and you turned to face him with a questioning look.

"It's earlier than usual..what happened?" You shrugged, "nothing happened. Miss Peregrine needs the day off..I want each and every one of you to behave yourself today. And Enoch, if I see you in Victor's room again, I won't be answerable for my actions"

You felt soft hands on your waist with a tutting voice. "Threatening the children now, are we?" Your wife husked in your ear with a chuckle.

"more like warning them" you pulled out her chair for her and let her before sitting next to her and eating.

After they all finished eating, you asked Emma and Bronwyn to clean up and took Alma's hand before she went to the kitchen.

"No work for you today, Birdie" you crossed your arms as you sat her on the big couch, levitating her favorite book to her and lighting up her pipe.

She raised a brow. "Darling? what's up with you today? you woke us up early and now I can't do anything?"

You hummed in agreement. "Even ymbrines need some time off, no?" she was going to fight you off but decided that you were right.

She took your hand in hers, kissing it softly in gratitude. "I want to spend the day with you doing nothing. Which I know you'll be struggling to do but try not to worry about anything until reset" she gave in and nodded, knowing nothing will change your mind when it comes to her rest.

You laid next to her with your head in her lap, her fingers running through your hair as you looked up at her with a smile as she read her book.

Later, you were called to the garden by Millard to referee while they played and help the children with their daily work. Getting the ball from the tree every time Hugh kicks it too hard.

Little did you know, Alma was watching you from the window with a smile as you tackled Hugh playfully for cheating with his bees. "

Taglist:

@ara-a-bird @mmemalwa @multifandomfix

[enochoconnor-girlie]

Did I already do this? Yes. Am I doing it again? Also yes. So I found out about more MPHFPC ships, so I’m going to share my absolutely pointless opinions again ✌️. Except this time I’m not going to organize into ships I hate and ships I love because I’m lazy.

Victor x Millard (Villard): I heard about this recently, and while I wasn’t aware of its existence before a few days ago, I like it! Theoretically it sounds like a good ship. Victor x Enoch (Venoch): Okay… sure…? I’m not sure about this one, it’s fine, but I wouldn’t count it as one of MY ships.

Miss P x Miss Cuckoo (Perekoo or something): While I love my lesbians and they seem to have chemistry, they can’t date because they’re ymbrynes. But otherwise, yeah! I like them.

Enoch x Francesca (IDK): I know this is technically canon, but no. I think that Enoch only “crushed” on ymbrynes is because they aren’t allowed to date so his friends would think he’s straight but wouldn’t push him to date them since he can’t. (Very smart of you gay boy, very smart).

Jacob x Millard (Jillard): ……….yeah. Why not? I can see it from Millard’s side, but not Jacob’s. So I think Millard may have had a crush on Jacob but not the other way around.

This was definitely not as long as the other one but I covered some more ships. (I hope I spelt ymbryne correctly). Again if I didn’t talk about a ship you want me to, I definitely will if you ask!

[moss-ridden-owl-creature]

i think Hugh x Fiona and Horace x Enoch are the most popular

Alrighty- that’s what I was seeing but I also saw like one or two Victor X Millard posts I was a lil confused about because from what I know so far they never interacted or at least there’s no basis for a friendship there

[ollibeuu]

original post

a rec list of one fic for each mphfpc character (including victor, ricky, and other side characters!)

enoch -> Opre, roma! - nr1enochkinnie_miha222: oneshot (410 words); rromani enoch

horace -> Mr forgettable - Ghostie_Luther: ongoing fic (last updated jan 11, 2022); horace has an eating disorder and smokes (this is my fav mphfpc fic of all time.)

hugh -> (to the tune of Mr. Sandman:) Mr. Bee Man, Here is Your Drink - putyourpantson: oneshot (1558 words); fiona pov; cafe fic; super super super underrated

fiona -> Sorrow Is Not My Name - lizard_bitch: oneshot (3507 words); fiona pov; disabled fiona; enoch cameo appearence; SO GOOD!; also highly highly underrated

millard -> A Step From Invisible - Rozavie: ongoing fic (last updated aug 4, 2022); millard x lily fic; millard pov; post-canon college fic; SUPER FUCKING DUPER UNDERRATED HOLY SHIT THIS SHIT IS FUCKING FIRE

claire -> Birthday Wishes - icannotevenhhh: oneshot (3355 words); miss peregrine pov; it was hard to find a good fic for claire no one writes about her :(

olive -> The Inner Workings and Complications of Being a Pyromaniac - mikasasha: ongoing fic (last updated oct 15, 2017); MOVIEVERSE SORRY GUYS; floatingfire (emma x olive); THERE IS SEX IN THE EIGHTH CHAPTER; it's really good for god's sake just read it. it's even got a hollowheart counterpart that is amazing too

if you're really that snobby about movieverse (or don't like sex), here's a bookverse olive fic from quotev called Olive vs. Emma

jacob -> You're Only As Good As the Hole In My Pants and the Bruises On My Thigh - mikasasha: oneshot (3266 words); SEX SEX SEXY SEXXX; MOVIEVERSE AGAIN; this was my fav fic for a while; and it actually introduced me to my favourite song of all time, Hatefuck by Cruel Youth! which is what the title is based off of

again, if you hate movieverse or sex then here's a super cute jillard oneshot (1353 words) titled Disappear by icannotevenhhh

emma -> Emma, Forever Ago - ArrivalOfTheBirds: ongoing fic (last updated feb 27, 2022); book rewrite; love it slaying amazing

bronwyn -> The Salt on Her Lips Stings My Wounds - icannotevenhhh: oneshot (4916 words); gorgeous; emwyn isn't my fav ship but this fic is GOOD

alma lefay peregrine -> I've loved you for a thousand years, I'll love your for a thousand more - Regal_Feather: oneshot (2308 words); godDAMN THIS SHIT IS FUCKING FIRE

noor -> Change may evoke happy tears - Birdiesflying: oneshot (894 words); joor; trauma (but like, sentimental trauma. cute trauma. wait that sounds bad--)

victor -> Invisible Ink & Visible Crushes - Spooky_Spooks: oneshot (1405 words); villard; just super cute and even more underrated

ricky -> Death Follows - Empressiveallydone: oneshot (4669 words); ricky pov; absolutely beautiful, it's one of those fics that kinda makes you think

lily -> Love at No Sight - LeelaSmall: oneshot (3137 words); this is a speculation on what happened exactly when they met

isabel cuckoo -> Duty - Pearlislove: oneshot (1501 words); isabel can draw n stuff; jacob is the only other character in this fic

honourary oc mention -> the red-eyed boy - p1nkigutz: ongoing fic (last updated sept 23, 2022); fucking good LISTEN PEOPLE, GOOD OC'S ARE GOOD. BAD OC'S ARE BAD. LEARN THE DIFFERENCE

obligatory ship mention -> Eighty Years - dragonsdendoodles: oneshot (3305 words); enoch and horace-centred; enorace; A BANGER 💪

the point of this rec list isn't to actually recommend you good fics. it's to recommend you good authors. read these fics; if you like them, go to the author's page and read more. look through their bookmarks. make a note of when you see them comment or kudos on another fic. i chose most of these fics with the intention of diversity, otherwise most of them would've just been one or two author's fics.

go out of your comfort zone and read something you usually don't read. read the movieverse. read the bookverse. read the miss peregrine/reader fics (there's plenty). read the filthiest, fucking smut ever. fanfiction is made for the fans, and if you're limiting yourself, then you're actually hindering yourself

these are the known tumblrs of these authors: @icannotevenhhh, @memekasasha, @miha-777, @averyauthorship, @evil-feather, @ghostie-luther, @birdiesflying, @dragonsdendoodles, @leela-small

[shrubbythebush]

Stand by Me Masterlist

This is a book with an OC x Millard Nullings 

An Explanation 

Chapter One ~ Where it Began 

Chapter Two ~ Hollow

Chapter Three ~ The House of Peculiar 

Chapter Four ~ The Not So Grand Reveal 

Chapter Five~ Weary Forgiveness 

Chapter Six  ~ Secrets 

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Would've, Could've, Should've (Chap 10)

(Freya POV, 3689 words,

I'm so sorry in advance, this one is just allllll the pain

there is some hurt/comfort tho to make up for it)

(previously called Victor: Asshat, Dipshit, Cheater, Love of My Life, etc.)

chapter 1 chapter 9

I couldn’t bring myself to join everyone else on the walk, my mind too flooded with memories of Vic and our time together.

It started one fine day about four years after I first came to the loop. He somehow found out, probably from Olive since I had told her this just the week before, that I loved to swim and came bearing my favourite flowers, lavender, to ask me to head down to the beach with him.

With it being so soon after Henry’s bullshit, I remember thinking, Maybe this is it! He just cares so much! It feels right. We have a connection, I think this boy is different!

If only that tenderness and attention to detail lasted the coming years,

After that, we started spending time together and I started to neglect learning how to control my peculiarity, despite Noch’s warnings, to both me and Vic.

He was always showing off, picking up random heavy things to impress me.

He never found my gift to be as impressive.

He was constantly brushing me off whenever I tried to bring anything big up to him. I would ask him not to stand so close to me because I was scared to hurt him and he refused to listen.

I told you earlier that the deadly part of my peculiarity doesn’t apply to those I love romantically. I think that solely because of how close Vic was always standing to me, it’s incredibly unlikely that he wouldn’t have gotten too close and brushed against me at least once, and since I was only inadvertently the cause of his death, he never technically died by my hands.

I’m sure this time is different.

After six months of him always shoving his love at me, he started showing his true nature. One time, right when our love was starting to die, we were walking in the village in our time, just meandering through the market and chatting with both the villagers and each other when I apparently said something he didn’t like. He grabbed me by the braid and pulled me into the gap between two of the houses. Then he slapped me right in the face and growled at me that I wasn’t allowed to say that in front of him.

To be honest, even though its been years and while I don’t remember what it was I said, I still remember thinking that I had said something completely normal and wondering why in Hell I wasn’t allowed to say it and why he was allowed to tell me what I could and couldn’t say.

He then grabbed me by the hand and walked back onto the street, acting completely normal while I had my head down and tears slipping down my cheeks.

I guess it’s not so different.

While I hadn’t spent much of my life with my parents, I knew that love wasn’t supposed to be like this. Love was this beautiful thing where you would do anything to keep them safe and you wouldn’t ever think of hurting them.

I think the worst blow came when I found out he was sleeping with another peculiar in the loop at the time, her name was Millie, Millie Holmes. She controlled shadows and was good friends with Liv, Noch and I. She was officially in the “Scary/Disturbing Peculiarities” friend group.

I was heartbroken. Even if I knew that me and Vic weren’t very functional, I still loved him. I sobbed in Liv’s arms for hours while Noch terrorized Millie and Vic with corpses from the village cemetery.

I naïvely took him back after that, believing his lies that he would change.

Noch and Liv begged me not to, trying to convince me that I was worth so much more than he was giving me. They failed of course. It’s incredibly hard to convince someone who thinks they’re nothing that they’re something.

I thought this time was different. 

Eventually his lies came to fruition. He never stopped sleeping with Millie, they just got better at hiding it.

Barely three months later, on our two year anniversary, I walked in on them going at it. I got so angry , the rage that has always lived in me coming to the surface once more. I wasn’t wearing my gloves, I had ripped my favourite pair and had an extra in Vic’s room, and I grabbed Millie by the arm and dragged her off of him.

That side of my peculiarity had always responded badly to strong emotions but especially to fear and anger, both of which I was feeling in the moment.

When I grabbed her, I wasn’t thinking, I was just reacting.

By the time I remembered the burden of my peculiarity, it was too late and she was going grayer by the second. I pulled my hands off of her and screamed for Enoch to get over here as I collapsed to my knees beside her.

I vaguely remember Victor ripping into me as Enoch tried everything to reverse my mistake, but all I did was stare at my hands, wondering How could I have done this?

Why did I think he’d be different?

The very final straw was on the night he died.

It was Vic, Noch and I all sitting in the movie room after reset, each quietly doing our own thing. I was reading, Noch was making homunculi and Vic was lost in thought, his head on my lap.

He spoke up after almost an hour of silence, “I’m leaving the loop.”

I was so surprised that I dropped my book onto the couch.

“ What ?”

“I’m leaving the loop. I see no reason to be here if Millie’s dead.” Because of you was left unspoken as if it wasn’t his actions that were the root cause.

“I’m sorry, what?” Noch demanded, rage evident in every feature of his face.

“I mean there’s no point in me staying here. Millie was the love of my life.” As if his lover of two and a half years wasn’t running her hand through his hair not two minutes ago.

By this point, silent tears were coursing down my cheeks.

“ What ? You wouldn’t stay for Bron or Frey or me, your best friend.”

“No? Freya is the reason why Millie is dead and you couldn’t save her. Besides, Bronwyn will be fine without me, it’s not like she needs me.”

My breathing was coming faster now, my heart feeling like it was breaking in two. I shoved his head off of my lap and stood up, leaving my book forgotten on the couch.

“You've got me down on my knees. Please tell me what you think I've done wrong. I’ve been humble, been loyal, I've tried to swallow my pride all along. If you can just explain a single thing I've done to cause you pain, besides Millie, I won’t stop you from going,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to keep my sobs from escaping.

He couldn’t say a thing, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“No? You’ve got nothing to say?” I could feel my face going red from both the rage and the crying. “I wouldn’t stop you from leaving me or Noch, but Bron? Your sister? She never tells you but she loves you so. She’s constantly telling me about how much she adores you.”

Because it’s never, ever different.

“Ha! So you admit it!” Vic jumped to his feet.

“What?” Noch’s patience with Vic was gone.

“You’re fucking him! You just admitted it!”

“ What ? I’m not. Me asking you why you are leaving Bron is completely different from you making some baseless accusations about me fucking my best friend. Which reminds me, where are you going to go, hmm?” I was done. This was absolute bullshit and completely pointless, he wasn’t actually going to tell me anything. He was just going to talk in circles instead.

“I don’t know, just around the world not having to be confined to a loop.”

“Well, dipshit, you’re forgetting you’ve already been in a loop for years. You’ll age forward. And what if you come across Hollows? What are you going to do? It’s not like you can see them, idiot.” Noch’s tone was cold, Victor was dead to him as far as he was concerned.

“I won’t trust me.”

“Just go. But do know, the minute you walk out that door, we’re over. I will still love you, I think it will take a long time for me to stop loving you, but I will never let you into my life again. You will be dead to me and I will never forgive you.”

“Jesus, you’re being harsh, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“ No . I’m setting boundaries and finally listening to what Liv has been saying all along.

“I am worth so much more than you have ever given me. I deserve so much more than some prick who hits me and humiliates me and thinks he’s better than me and cheats on me and accuses me of cheating on him. I’m not doing anything else for you. The last thing I will ever do for you is sit Wyn down and explain to her that her older brother, who she loves more than life itself, doesn’t feel the same about her and left her without saying goodbye.” During my rant, Noch had come up behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder, providing the reassurance that I needed as I confronted Vic.

I walked towards the doorway, stopping only to say “Goodbye, Vic.” before heading upstairs.

I had calmly shut the door, changed into my nightgown and made my bed before breaking down sobbing.

I didn’t fall asleep that night until long after Victor left.

In the morning, I did as I promised and told Bronwyn that Victor had left and was not coming back for her. I held her for the next hour as she bawled until all the crying finally wore her out and she fell asleep.

After I had tucked her into bed, I went and found Miss P and told her what had happened.

I then walked into Liv’s room and cried myself to sleep in her arms as she muttered soft condolences to me.

When I woke up in the afternoon, it was to Noch shaking me awake.

“Frey. Frey. You need to wake up. I’m so sorry but you need to see this.”

“Need to see what?” I yawned, sitting up and wiping my eyes.

“Freya. Victor’s dead. A hollow got him. He never made it off the island. Fiona found him when she went to check the post after lunch. I’m so sorry.”

Halfway through his speech a non-stop chorus of “No, no, no, no, no” started coming out of my mouth.

“There’s no way. Victor can’t be— He was here yesterday, there’s no way he could be— He’s alive— I saw him last night— He can’t—” By this point, my breathing was laboured and I knew I was minutes away from a panic attack if I couldn’t stop and take a moment to calm down.

“I know, Frey, I know.” Noch sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me into a spine-crushing hug. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You can take as much time as you need before you see him for yourself.”

“Noch, before I fully lose myself to this panic, I need to see him. If I don’t, I won’t take it in and then—”

“We can go downstairs right now if you want. We can also sit here for a moment while you take a second to pull yourself together in front of the little ones because I know that’s what you’re thinking about right now, and don’t try and bullshit me on this one, I know you too well.” His voice was calm on the surface but I could hear the tiniest little quiver in his voice that told me he was hanging on by just as small of a thread as I was.

What a pair we are , I thought, both trying to force ourselves to stay calm in a terrifying situation to not stress out those we care about.

“Freya. Freya. You have to breathe, love.” He grabbed my hand gently and put it on his chest. “Can you match my breathing for me?” I copied his deep breaths until I calmed down. “There you go. How about we go downstairs, alright? Come on, up you come.” He stood up and pulled me to my feet.

I did as he asked solely because I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on my own.

Noch had to hold me up as we made our way to the kitchen where Vic’s body was laying out on the table.

From what I knew of what happened to corpses in the twenty-four hours after death from being around them so often, he had died less than eighteen hours ago, all though I wasn’t sure if returning to the loop had slowed down the decomposition process. It was definitely a hollow that got him, where his soft brown eyes once were are now gaping black holes.

Lividity, when the blood settles in the lowest part of the body, and rigor mortis, when the body becomes completely stiff and unpliable, had both set in. I glanced at the clock.

If it’s three in the afternoon now, and rigor mortis sets in between two and six hours after death and lividity becomes fixed around twelve hours after death, but algor mortis, when the body becomes the ambient temperature around it, hasn’t set in. He left the house between eleven and midnight which means he likely died between, I paused my inner monologue for a second to do the math, one and three in the morning.

I was fully aware I was being incredibly clinical about this, treating it in my head almost the same way I would treat a sheep or cow dying.

I was brought back to the present by a small body tackling me into a hug. Distantly, I recognized it as Bronwyn who was sobbing into my dress. I slowly kneeled down to hug her properly as Claire joined in the hug. Soon it was a pile of crying peculiars on the floor of the kitchen, mourning the loss of one of their own. The only one who wasn’t crying was me, and that was only because I was holding my emotions back by a thread so I wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Instead of having what we usually had for dinner, roast chicken and steamed carrots with mashed potatoes and gravy on the side, Miss P managed to pull herself together long enough to make sandwiches around all of us and to reset the loop before slowly sending us off to bed one by one until only Emma, Noch, Liv and I were left staring blankly at the bare dining room table knowing that our fifth member was dead only two rooms away.

“I should have gone with him.” I hadn’t realized I had said it out loud until there were two sounds of protest and one of confusion.

“What do you mean you should have gone with him? No one knew he left until this morning.” Emma sounded incredibly bewildered.

I glanced at Noch, “Noch and I knew last night. After everyone went to bed, we were all sitting in the living room relaxing when he told us that he was leaving. No matter what we said, he refused to stay, not even for Wyn.”

“He kept going on about how Millie was the love of his life and how Bron didn’t need him,” Noch laughed wetly. “He wouldn’t even stay for Frey who he was dating.”

Liv, who was sitting in the chair beside me, gently wrapped an arm around me as I buried my face into her shoulder.

“What an asshole.” Murmurs of agreement went around the table at Emma’s words. “It’s one thing to be unhappy being in a loop, it’s another thing entirely to leave your girlfriend, sister, best friend and essentially your family in the middle of the night all because the girl who you cheated on your girlfriend with died. I swear if he wasn’t dead already I’d burn him just for the bullshit he pulled towards you, Freya.

“I’m sorry if this is overstepping at all, but if I was in your shoes, I don’t think I would have stuck with him as long as you did.”

“I’m honestly surprised it took me so long to snap and dump him as it did,” I laughed.

“You deserved so much better than him, babes. We’ve been telling you this for the last year, hun.” Olive’s voice was gentle but still slightly forceful as if to push this into my head.

The stairs squeaked slightly before there was a knock on the door, “Freya?”

I wiped my nose on my sleeve and wiped off the tears quickly before opening the door.

“What’s wrong, love?” I brushed Claire’s hair back from her face.

“I want some water but I’m too scared to go into the kitchen because…” she trailed off.

Because Victor was there, of course.

I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Noch.

“How about I get you one and then tuck you back into bed, Claire Bear?” he said, standing up and squeezing her shoulder lightly.

She nodded and tucked herself into my side while she waited as Emma and Liv mindlessly chatted about the book Emma had recommended to Liv the other day.

Soon, Noch returned and picked her up to take her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Freya, Olive and Emma!”

“‘Night, Claire!” we chorused before our masks of contentment fell and our grief rose to the surface once more. My head dropped into my hands as I flopped into a chair again.

“I need a fucking drink,” I said as I massaged my temples. “This week has been way too much.”

“I’m sure we could run out to the bar in the village and drink ourselves into a stupor until we couldn’t walk in a straight line and are giggling messes but I think Miss P would find out what we were up to by then,” Olive piped up. Scratch that, we all needed at least one solid pint each, if not more.

“I don’t think there’s any in the house, unfortunately.” Emma sounded equally as in need of one as I did.

Noch chose that moment to open the door, “I love you all, but there is no fuckin’ way I’m letting ye go off drinking at—” he glanced around the corner to see a clock, “half past midnight, especially not while you are in mourning because, unlike you three, I remember what went down after the last funeral.”

“To be completely honest with you girls, I don’t remember more than thirty consecutive seconds from that night,” Liv cackled at Emma’s words.

“I don’t think I remember thirty seconds at all , let alone one after another.”

“You two—,” I gestured between the two, “remember anything from that night? All I remember is finding myself beside the toilet with a pounding headache the next morning.”

Soon our laughing became yawning and Emma and Liv said their goodnights to Noch and I. We followed them a few minutes later.

I moved to slip into my room when Noch gently caught my arm.

“I trust you, Frey, but I also know your coping mechanisms a little too well,” he said as he gently pulled me into his room.

Once the door was closed, he tossed me one of his shirts and a random pair of pyjama pants he had lying about.

He ushered me into bed and pulled me into his arms and I finally, after two of the worst days of my life, broke down and let my emotions out.

He just stroked my back until I could breathe easily again and then held me close until long after I woke up in the morning.

I was startled out of my reminiscing by someone knocking at my door.

“Yes?”

“I come bringing chocolate and tea,” Olive called back.

I jumped up and threw open the door, “I could kiss you right now for this!”

She passed me the cup of tea and the chocolate and then tossed herself upon my bed, “Well I couldn’t let you sulk alone and without some snacks, it’s my job as your best friend.”

“Thanks, Liv.” I threw myself onto the duvet beside her after shutting the door, “I raised Victor today.”

“I know.”

“I guess… It just reminded me of how shitty he was.”

“Noch and I always said you deserved better than him.”

“But do I? Like I know I have never told you how I found out I was peculiar but it wasn’t pretty, someone close to me died . And the reason why the wards in my old loop died? All me. Millie’s death? Me, my fault, my anger I couldn’t control. Maybe, in a really fucked up way, I deserved Victor solely because I don’t deserve to have a genuinely good person fall in love with me.”

She grabbed my hands, careful to make sure that only our gloves touched, just to be safe, “Freya, no! You are a wonderful, kind, lovely person who deserves the world. You are constantly mothering the littles, making sure they have everything they need at all times. Above all else, you deserve to have someone care for you and put as much effort into a relationship as you do. You don’t deserve to be beaten down and treated as less just because of some silly reason, you deserve love.” Olive’s face was red since she had only taken two breaths that entire monologue.

“Thanks, Liv.”

Claire came running up the stairs and burst through the door, “Miss Avocet’s awake! Enoch told me to come get you.”

Both Liv and I jumped to our feet and ran down the stairs.

chapter 11

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Millard x Victor art

I love them

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Hello! I’m thinking about writing for Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children! So if you have any requests on that just dm or comment! Definitely going to make an Enoch O’Connor x reader!

Thank you so much for those who requested for the letters! Just DM if you want one!💚 Bye ya crazies🖤

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Chapter 13: Vigilante Shit

yeah I know its been like a year whatever

okay notes for this chapter:

1) It's no longer Miss Avocet that Freya found when taking Jake back to the present, it's now Miss Dove in case I decide to continue the series I don't have to work around Miss A being dead

2) I wrote this in less than 24 hours don't judge me too harshly

3) welcome to the wdid revival where its been four years since I wrote chapter one and my writing has improved drastically and I will (eventually) rewrite the first 2 chapters of this

4) also Freya is horny af for Enoch for a good portion of this because I was reminded about how fucking fine Finlay MacMillan is while rewatching the movie to write this

anyways Freya POV, 1523 words, enjoy

chapter 1 chapter 12

Between Miss Dove and Jacob, we were all quickly put to work.

Emma, Jacob, Enoch and I were put in charge of collecting tools for the others while they worked on latching the windows and barricading the doors. In the chaos, Abe’s nightly phone call was forgotten about until the familiar ringing filled the parlour.

The three of us glanced between ourselves before I gently eased the hoe from Jacob’s hands. “I think you should answer it tonight,” I murmured. Looking like he was half in shock, he nodded and quickly scurried off.

“Not entirely sure that was the best idea of ours, but yera, it can’t be worse than all the times we snuck out,” I said with a shrug.

Enoch gave a surprised snort, “Frey, I don't think anything can be worse than that.”

With a knowing smile, Emma took her section of the tools and left the sunroom. Enoch and I both hesitated, the makeshift weapons in our arms a glaring reminder that we were running out of time and yet still we stood there, our soft breathing and the racket from the parlour the only sounds.

“I’m proud of you, y’know,” whispered Noch. “Even if the others aren’t, I am. I’ll always be proud of you.”

I inhaled sharply. For some reason, this moment felt like it was crossing some unspoken line of ours, and it was quickly heading into a territory I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“And because I know that wonderful brain of yours like the back of my hand, I know that you’re overthinking it but you, Freya Róisín Aoibh O’Sullivan, might have just saved us all.” The way he easily pronounced the Gaelic of my middle names sent a wave of hunger crashing through me. Although this was far from a new feeling for me, it took me by surprise every time.

It was like suddenly every single little thing he had done in the last sixty-five years slammed into me like a train. From the quirk of his lips to the gentle slide of his hand across my lower back to when his shirt was soaking after our weekly swims to the feeling of his fingers tangling in my hair while he slept, it all added up to me pretending like there wasn’t an ache in me that I didn’t think anyone else but Enoch could fix.

He smiled at me like there wasn’t anything different even though he had just added fuel to the fire inside me that he had lit a long, long time ago. As he walked away I stood there, trying desperately to shove the desire threatening to consume me down, down, down to where I could pretend it wasn’t there.

It wasn’t like I was some sort of blushing virgin. I was raised by my older sister for fuck’s sake. With no parents there to beat the fear of God into us for lusting, Máire had a habit of going after the boys around town and, more often than not, they’d end up in her bed. After enough times of Siobhan and I walking in on her, we learned to avoid our small house during the afternoons, instead playing with the other kids nearby. And, although it wasn’t allowed by Miss P, Victor and I found more than enough time to sneak away for an hour or so. Even if it benefited him far more than it benefitted me.

I sighed and resigned myself to the low heat pooling in my gut despite the horrible situation we found ourselves in. Returning to the parlour, I quickly started passing out the tools, trying to not let the way my friends, my family, were flinching as they took the tools, bother me.

Before long we were all standing against a wall, Miss Dove in front of us holding Miss P’s crossbow. “Now children,” she began.

I glanced at Enoch from where I stood beside him, wordlessly asking him if he was alright. I knew this would be killing him inside right now, remembering what happened in his loop in London. He squeezed my hand gently.

I’m alright.

I gave him a reassuring look and turned back to Miss Dove.

“Now that you’re all here, there’s a few rules. Your primary job is to stay safe. Leave the Hollow to me, I don’t want to see any heroics. Now, those of you with garden tools, I must insist that you—” Miss Dove was cut off abruptly as the Hollow pulled her through the window.

A mixture of gasps and shrieks left us as the danger we were in truly hit us. Jacob lunged towards the crossbow she had dropped and quickly aimed it at the window.

I frantically scanned the room, looking for some kind of sign as to where it was only to find nothing. The boards that were left from Miss D rattled as it entered the house, sections falling back into the garden.

As Jacob stood up, Enoch ran from where he was, throwing himself between Jacob and the Hollow.

“What are you doing Enoch?” I yelled. He glanced over his shoulder at me and his moment of distraction let the Hollow grab him.

Never in my life did I feel the terror that went through me as it picked him up. Not when Máire died, not when I killed Millie, not when Miss Gannett found me. The shadows from its tongues were the only thing that let me see what it was doing while he struggled.

I ran towards him, calculating where the Hollow was as I moved. I reached where I thought a leg was, my palm smacking the floor with a force I was only aware of because of the sound. It slammed Enoch into a window, shards of stained glass cutting my skin, desperation stopping me from feeling the pain.

I tried again, my hand aching from missing again as Jacob urged the others to get to the attic. For the third time I lunged, this time half a foot to the left and felt my hand grasp cold, scaly flesh. I squeezed, the Hollow’s tongues dropping Enoch as it died.

Completely forgetting that Jacob was still in the room, I rushed to my best friend. The moment he had stood up, I cupped his face in my hands.

“Are you alright?” He nodded.

I threw my arms around his neck, forcing him to take a few steps back as he adjusted. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, burying his head in my neck.

We stayed there for a moment, just breathing each other in, until Jacob cleared his throat. With one hand, I flipped him off as Noch gently put me down.

The moment my feet hit the ground, the remainders of the window crumbled. Confused, I looked to Jacob only for him to be staring wide-eyed at the hole in the wall. “Run,” he whispered.

As we rushed to the stairs, the doors to the parlour were ripped off of their hinges, the second Hollow following us to the attic.

Once we were upstairs, Jacob quickly started to figure out a way for us to escape. “Okay. All right, um…” he looked around the small attic, twelve peculiar children watching him.

“Shit! It’s almost reset!” He opened the window, the familiar flashes of the bombs flaring outside. “Fiona, is there anything you can do with that tree?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding.

“Be careful, Fi,” begged Hugh.

Fiona slid out the window and down the slick, steep surface of the roof, landing on the gutter.

Once Jacob said that we were escaping through the windows, I turned to Claire, motioning to pick her up. She leaned away from me. “Claire Bear, I know you’re scared about my peculiarity but we don’t have time. The Hollow will get through at any moment and we need to get you out the window now.”

She hesitantly let me pick her up and hold her as we slid down the roof, the shingles scraping the shit out of my legs as I focused on not balancing wrong and sending both Claire and I to our deaths. Once we were down, I sent her over to where Jacob and Emma stood helping the younger peculiars to the tree branch Fiona had grown.

I turned back to where Enoch was holding onto the windowsill with one hand, helping Horace out the window. When he landed beside me, I yelled over the rain for him to “Go, go!”

“Enoch, come on!”

As he fell down the roof, I grabbed his arm to keep him from falling. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy!” he said. I rolled my eyes at him and started climbing over to the rest of the wards right when the Hollow burst threw the doors.

As carefully as possible, we followed the others down the branch, Emma and Jacob staying at the back to guide the little ones.

Before they even got to touch the ground, the bomb hit the house and we watched as the loop closed.

Pronunciation notes for her middle names and her sisters' names:

Róisín Aoibh: Ro-SHEEN Eve

Máire: Mor-uh

Siobhan: Shi-VON

yeah I'm well aware that that one line about the others flinching away from Freya when she gave them the tools is awkward but I can't be assed to fix it

chapter 14

[agentsofmarvel]

my thoughts on Desolations!

⚠️spoilers for all books!⚠️

DONT READ PAST HERE IF YOU HAVENT READ DESOLATIONS!!!!

* i loved how the other children, other than claire & olive, got bigger roles in this book.

* fiona’s power is UNMATCHED in this book, and then we have hugh standing to the side saying, “you could have been killed, darling.”

* HUGH CALLING FIONA DARLING AND LOVE I’M-

* say what you want, but noor bothers the life out of me. i was talking to another mphfpc fan on instagram and we both agreed noor reads like a bad OC or Y/N from a Wattpad fanfiction...she just drives me insane.

* what’s with enoch’s thing for ymbrynes...this boy i swear.

* hollow! jacob really was a something i wasn’t expecting, but i was actually really intrigued to see what was going to happen. it was cool to learn abe & jacob descended from weird hollow-like peculiars...

* i adored the ending. the whole scene of the group seeing their home again made me cry. but now do we use 09/02/1940??? that’s going to throw me off...

* miss. p tearing up when she said how proud she was of her children made me cry again.

* the only thing i wished ransom added to the ending was something in tribute to victor. do you know how much he would have loved the loop connected to the panloopticon?! getting to travel the world like he wanted but being able to go back home was his dream he died trying to do darn it!

* as one of the last standing members of shipping jacob x emma , i have been listening to “harvest moon” & “my my, hey hey” by neil young since i finished reading. one of my favorite scenes is the two of them talking when they’re in the box together...i’m sorry i just hate jacob x noor....

* i was kind of let down by the emancipators tbh...i felt like noor shouldn’t have been one in the first place let alone more kids with similar peculiarities to her and they died almost as fast as V!

* the emancipators should have been actual powerful peculiars like miss. p, jacob, and ransom mentioned how powerful sharon is, so he could have been one too! there, three powerful emancipators!

* sharon and his pet rat percy are actual icons. that’s it.

* the WW1 battlefield scenes almost made me more stressed than the final battle with caul omg.

* speaking of the final battle, i wished myron & miss.p got to work together! i would have just taken a small conversation, or maybe them flipping off caul in unison.

* i actually met a wight i liked. wow. horatio literally saved them all.

* we! got! to! see! more! powerful! ymbrynes! even one that’s a “freelance ymbryne” that doesn’t have wards!

* jacob’s goodbye to his parents...when franklin said, “goodbye dad” it was like he was loosing his son along with his father all over again i’m crying again.

* chapter 9 was one of the most confusing, roller coaster of experiences in any mphfpc chapter ever.

* small, but quick lily reference i love you! millard still has his little crush 🥺 pls tell me they meet again in the future!!!

* EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO RANSOM FOR NOT KILLING ANYONE OFF!!!

* i can’t believe the books are over. ransom says he may return to the world of peculiars one day, whether that be a t.v show like he’s mentioned before or maybe another book...but i will definitely be posting more mphfpc content until then! :)

[mysweetestsorrows]

Ok so, I have an idea for an au-

Mrs Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children x Kindergarten 2

Kid ( Micheal) Jake

Penny as Emma

Agnes as Mrs Perigrine

Ted as Olive

Felix as Enoch

Bill and Lily as The Twins

Nugget as Claire

Carla as Fiona

Monty as Hugh

Ozzy as Millard

Cindy as Bronwyn

Jerome as Horace

Buggs as Victor

Bob as Mrs Avocet

Male Principal (Paul) as Barron

Female Principal (Delores) as Miss Edwards

Dr Danner as Mr Archer

Janitor as Mr Clark

Mrs Applegate as Malthus

Kid's Grandad ( Not canon) as Abe Portman

Kid's dad (Not canon) as Franklin Portman

Ok, hear me out- Ted and Felix are NOT in pove in this, instead, Felix neglects Ted as a brother, and instead of becoming a couple at the end, Felix is nice to Ted, and treats hime well. Kid's grandad ( Made up for this au ) is Abe and Never had a relationship with Penny, instead, he was the only on not afraid of her, as she is still a cyborg