#Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[marygih]

Olie

I would like to emphasize how iconic our girl Olive is!

She is the cover photo of the first book.

She is one of the first children Abe introduces to Jacob in his stories.

Even though she has limitations because of her gift, she is always happy.

She's the one who makes the children find Miss Wren.

She saved all her friends from death in LOS when the tower collapsed.

She was the one who inspired Jacob to cry out for ymbryne to find Miss Hawksbill

She supports her friends always

[quotefeeling]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[painted-lemon]

no obviously that is two peculiar children playing chess with Miss Hawk there ymbryne caretaker

[perfectfeelings]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[thoughtkick]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[thehopefulquotes]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[perfectquote]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[stay-close]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

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I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[nightlyquotes]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[perfeqt]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[qvotable]

When someone won’t let you in, eventually you just stop knocking.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[quotefeeling]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[painted-lemon]

okay i'm rereading the first MPHFPC book and i'm pretty sure the unbreakable trunk that Jacob pushes down the stairs in the abandoned version of the house is Either the same one that Bronwyn uses in the second book or another one like it (possibly victor's?)

(also i'm laughing about the fact that Jacob briefly thinks Miss Peregrine was a serial killer because of Enochs “collection” in the basement.)

[cece693]

Replacement (Enoch O'Connor x M! Reader)

I wanted to add something to the relatively small pool of fics for this fandom. All characters are of age and can be envisioned as their book or movie counterparts.

Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.

It was official. Enoch hated Jake. Not that the other children noticed, or if they did, they were smart enough to not mention it. Maybe it was jealousy. Perhaps he was bothered by how Emma's eyes sparkled with interest whenever the American boy was around. Or maybe, it was the disruption to their routine, as Jake's presence always seemed to stir the loop like a stone tossed into a still pond.

But Olive knew the truth, for she had quickly discerned Enoch's emotions behind the venomous words he threw at Jake whenever he came near. It wasn't about Emma or their routine being disrupted. It was all because of you.

From the moment Jake first stumbled into their world, he latched onto you—an oddball healer with a gentle touch and ability to mend the deepest cuts, both physical and emotional. So when Jake arrived, it was natural for you to be his guide, explaining things in a way that made the strange world of peculiars feel less threatening.

Naturally, Enoch hated it.

Before Jake arrived, you’d spend every minute by his side—looking over his shoulder, letting out a bright smile whenever his creations came alive. Enoch secretly treasured these moments, feeling comfortable in your presence and falling for you more each day. But now? Now it was Jake this and Jake that.

No space was safe from Jake's influence, nor did the American make it easy to escape his presence. It seemed like whenever Enoch and you were together, he appeared from thin air, begging you to help him with something. It was as if the American knew of Enoch's feelings and acted to rile him up, whisking the attention of the only person he actually liked. It's not as if there weren't any other children who would be happy to spend time with the American, why did he seek you out specifically?

Every time he saw you two together, a storm brewed inside him, and a tight knot formed in his chest. Enoch wasn’t stupid. He understood what jealousy was, but this wasn’t just jealousy. This was fear. Fear that you were slipping away from him. Fear that Jake was replacing him.

One day, it all became too much.

Enoch was sitting at the table in the library, flipping through one of his old, tattered books on embalming techniques, though his focus had long since disappeared. His mind, as usual, was on you. He had tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but the bitter feeling gnawed at him constantly. And then, as if the universe was mocking him, you and Jake walked into the room together.

Jake was talking about something, gesturing wildly with his hands, and you were laughing—a bright, carefree laugh that Enoch hadn’t heard in days.

That was the last straw.

"Seriously?" Enoch snapped, slamming his book shut, startling you both. Jake stopped mid-sentence, blinking in confusion, but Enoch didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on you, his voice sharp and biting. “Do you really have to follow him around all the time?”

Your smile faltered, a confused frown replacing it as you looked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Enoch’s voice grew colder, harsher. His jealousy had festered too long, and now it spilled like poison. “Ever since he got here, it’s like you’ve forgotten everyone else exists.”

Jake shifted awkwardly beside you, clearly unsure of what to say, but Enoch didn’t give him a chance. “You’re spending so much time with him, acting like he needs you for everything. It's pathetic."

Your eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing your face. “He’s new here, Enoch! He does need help adjusting. And I’m not just going to ignore him because you—”

“Because I what?” Enoch cut you off, his eyes blazing. “Because I’m not needy enough for you? Because I don't fawn over you like a mutt every second like he does?””

Your mouth opened slightly, stunned by his words. Enoch could see the hurt forming in your eyes, but he was too wound up to stop now.

“Face it,” Enoch continued, his voice colder now, “you just want to feel like you matter to someone, right? Like you have some purpose. Well, here’s the truth—you’re not needed here. Jake can deal just fine on his own and I don’t need a dessolent friend.”

Your face twisted in hurt, and that twisted something deep inside Enoch. You stared at him, your hands trembling slightly at your sides. “You’re wrong,” you finally said, voice breaking. “But I guess I was wrong too, thinking you were my best friend.”

Before Enoch could respond, you turned and stormed out of the room, leaving him and Jake alone. The American looked like he was about to say something, but Enoch shot him a cold glare, daring him to speak.

Days passed. Days where Enoch didn’t see you, didn’t hear from you, and the space you used to fill in his life became an empty void he couldn’t bear to acknowledge. You weren't just avoiding him, you had begun to spend even more time with Jake, much to Enoch's dismay.

He tried to act like it didn’t bother him. He pretended he didn’t care when he saw you laughing as if his absence meant nothing to you. But it did. It hurt more than Enoch was willing to admit. It was only when Olive pushed him to accept his mistake that led him to stand at your door, long after the other house's inhabitants had gone to bed.

Enoch stood there for a long moment, his hand raised to knock, but his usual stubbornness kept holding him back. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if you’d already moved on and replaced him for good?

Taking a deep breath, Enoch knocked.

After a few agonizing moments, the door creaked open, and you stood there, blinking groggily at him in the dim light. You looked surprised to see him, and Enoch couldn’t blame you.

“What do you want, Enoch?” you asked, your voice flat, distant.

“I…” Enoch faltered for a moment, struggling to find the right words. His usual snark and bravado were gone, replaced with something more vulnerable, more uncertain. “I came to…apologize.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, clearly not ready to let him off the hook so easily. “For what?”

“For what I said,” Enoch muttered, not meeting your eyes. “For being a complete prat.”

Your expression softened, but you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. Enoch sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, I didn’t mean it. Any of it,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I was just…jealous. Of Jake. Of the time you’ve been spending with him.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Jealous? Why?”

Enoch hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He could either admit the truth or lose you for good. Taking a deep breath, he finally met your gaze. “Because I like you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and seeing you with him made me feel like I was losing you. Like I wasn’t needed anymore. Like I was being replaced.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Enoch braced himself for your response. He had no idea how you would react, but he had to say it. He couldn’t keep pretending like it didn’t matter anymore. You stood there for a long moment, staring at him, processing everything. Then, slowly, you stepped aside, opening the door wider.

“Come inside, Enoch,” you said quietly. “Let’s talk.”

And for the first time in days, Enoch felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed after all.

[painted-lemon]

uuhg Im in an angst kind of mood and I need this. Does anyone know any fanfics like this?

Brain: Hey, listen, I have an idea

Me: Blow up a school?

Brain: Yes, but no. What if you write a fanfic where Enoch dies and Horace is sad about it

Me: Do you want me to suffer?

Brain: Yes

Me: OK, I like this idea. It remains to write

Brain: A... I need to wash borscht and prepare clothes... Bye!

Me: ...