#enoch o'connor fanfic

[frost-queen]

Hollow's invasion (Reader x Enoch O'connor)

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You took a deep breath, taking his cold hand carefully in yours. Sitting by his bed, making sure his blanket was kept neatly. – “Jacob has visited again. You might have liked him. Bronwyn seems to take an interesting like in him.” – you spoke laying his pyjama’s collar straight. You heard whispers as it made you gasp startled.

“Not like that silly.” – you responded at the corpse. – “Jacob is much older than your sister.” – you answered back. – “I meant to say she is interested in him like a friend. You know someone she can hassle around.” – you chuckled out, looking back at the corpse. Seeing it lay stiff in bed, yet it spoke to you.

Hearing his voice like whispers in your ear. Almost as if he was still here. – “Bronwyn is doing fine.” – you responded after having heard more whispers. – “She misses you every day… we all do.” – finishing as it made you look saddened away.

“Speaking to the dead are we again?” – a new voice came through. Louder, belonging to a living person. Turning your head, your eyes widened seeing Enoch lean against the door. – “The living are interesting too.” – he added with a jealous smirk.

You laughed loud. – “Are you referring to yourself?” – you teased back. Hearing another whisper around you, you started to laugh loud. – “What? What did he say.” – Enoch called out in curiosity. Wanting to know what made you laugh so easily. – “You are right Victor.” – you responded, pinking a tear of joy away.

“No he’s not.” – Enoch let out. You gave Victor’s corpse a wink before disappearing. Enoch getting startled when you appeared right in front of him. Having teleported. Curling up a smile, you came leaning in.

“Are you jealous O’connor?” – you asked, moving your hands behind your back. Enoch swallowed nervously. – “No I am not.” – he said, crossing his arms. – “Victor said so.” – you added with a smirk. – “Well… well Victor is a liar!” – he shouted out at Victor’s corpse. Your sudden laugh caught his attention, making him lower his gaze to you.

“Oh Enoch, you are so easily to tease.” – you breathed out, patting him against his cheek. He blinked surprised when you had teleported away from him again. Gone in a split second. He heard a sound, leaning back into the hallway. Seeing you had re-appeared at the end of the hall.

“No I’m not!” – Enoch called out back to you. You stuck your tongue out to him. – “Y/n!” – Enoch shouted, puffing his chest up. He closed the door behind him, running into the hallway. You screamed loud, running down the stairs. Enoch on your tail.

Downstairs, you nearly Emma over. Teleporting just in time to appear somewhere behind her. It confused Emma for a second. – “Y/n!” – Enoch called out, nearly knocking her over as he needed to clear the way. Emma jumped aside with a loud squeal. You had run out of the door, gasping loud to come to a sudden stop.

Needing to catch your balance, before you would bump into her. Miss Peregrine. She already quirked her eyebrow up, hands sturdy on her hips. It made you swallow nervously. – “Y/n!” – you heard a second later. Two arms wrapping around you as his chest knocked against your back. Chuckling with his victory of having you caught. Miss Peregrine cleared her throat, crossing her arms.

It made Enoch gasp and look up with terror. Only now noticing the headmistress in front of you. He quickly dropped his arms from around you. Rubbing the back of his head shyly. – “I see you two have found a way to ‘entertain’ yourselves.” – she spoke firmly.

 “Sorry Miss Peregrine.” – both of you said with a lowered head. She took a deep breath, untangling her arms. Dismissing both of you. Enoch and you walked away from the house, more into the gardens. – “You could’ve warned me.” – Enoch said giving you a nudge.

“I’m sorry I was too busy, trying not to knock her over.” – you responded, nudging him right back. It took but a moment of silence for the both of you to start laughing. Somehow still finding the fun in it. Turning around, you sighed deep. Staring up at the pink house. Your home. Enoch came standing beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you ever think you’ll miss it?” – you asked him. – “I have a complex relationship with it.” – he responded. – “Sometimes, I wish I would never have to look upon that pink house ever again. Yet on other times, I believe I would miss it terribly when I could never see it again.” – you confessed with a saddened smile.

Enoch let his hand slide in yours. Giving it a comforting squeeze. The two of you remained outside. Talking, enjoying each other’s company till it was time to head inside. After diner all of you sat upstairs. Hearing the heavy rain clatter against the window.

The little one’s curled up by Emma and Olive. – “Do you think the monsters will take us?” – Claire spoke with a frightened voice. – “No, my angel.” – Olive responded, stroking her cheek. – “We have Jacob to protect us.” – her gaze flashed upwards to Jacob standing not far from Horace and Hugh. Jacob gave her a sheepish smile back.

Feeling a sudden pressure on him. It made him swallow nervously till a new feeling settled in his stomach. Like a nauseating pointing, twirling around in his stomach. Twirling and spinning till it gave him a tug. A tug on the inside. It felt strong and close by.

Enoch walked up to the window, wanting to see how heavy the rain was. It was raining cats and dogs. Enoch peered outside and before he could warn him, it was already too late. The glass shattered, screams erupting as Enoch got lifted up.

Lifted up by something invisible. – “Enoch!” – you screamed out wanting to run to him, but Hugh stopped you. Enoch was shouting, squirming as he felt something slither up his face but couldn’t see anything. – “Olive, there!” – Jacob called out. Olive shot a fireball. Not even sure if she would hit anything, but she trusted Jacob.

Jacob covered up his ears, hearing the loud screeching. Enoch dropped to the ground. You broke free from Hugh, teleporting right beside him. Panting loud as you took a hold of him. Teleporting further away. – “Everybody out!” – Emma shouted.

Emma took Claire and Fiona’s hand, taking a run for it. Olive took Hugh and Horace’s hand. Enoch got up to his feet as Bronwyn ran up to him. He took her hand firm, taking off. – “Millard!” – you shouted loud, looking around for a sign of him. – “Here.” – you heard a frightened voice, feeling a hand slip in yours.

You clasped your hand tight around the invisible hand, going after the others. Emma screamed loud in the hallways as glass broke somewhere behind her. Olive, Hugh and Horace coming to an abrupt stop. Not knowing where it was. – “Right!” – Jacob shouted loud. Olive fired a ball to her right, before running off.

“We need to get everyone out! “- you shouted over the loud thundering rain. – “Jacob take Millard!” – you ordered. Jacob nodded, coming to run beside you. He felt Millard’s hand slip in his as you let go. – “What are you going to do?” – he asked, panting loud to keep up. – “Get everyone out.” – you made clear.

Jacob gasped when you teleported away. You appeared right in front of Emma and Claire. They came to a sudden stop, panting loud. Without much say, you pulled them against your chest, arms wrapped around them. – “Keep breathing.” – you told them before disappearing.

In the blink of an eye, stood you outside. Emma gasping loud as it felt weird to teleport. The rain drenching them in seconds. – “Stay here.” – you told them before disappearing again. You re-appeared in front of Olive, Hugh and Horace. You took Hugh and Horace’s hands first. Olive blinking surprised when she saw you vanish. 

“Keep running!” – Enoch shouted at her, grabbing her by the shoulder. Dragging her away with him. You dropped Hugh and Horace with Emma. Going in for a third time. You teleported once more, this time having Millard with you.

By the fourth time, you teleported right in front of Olive, Enoch and Bronwyn. – “Remember to keep breathing.” – you told them. You had never teleported with three at a time, but you needed too. Hearing more glass shatter behind you. – “All hold me!” – you shouted feeling sudden hands on you. Taking your arms firm in their grip.

Focusing on the outsides, you teleported out. Gasping loud, you felt the rain on your head. Olive and Emma running to each other for a hug. – “Y/n!” – Enoch called out, holding you back by your shoulder. – “I still need to get Jacob out.” – you told him before taking off. Enoch sucked in a breath, waiting anxiously for you.

You found Jacob near Miss Peregrine’s office. – “Where is miss Peregrine?” – he asked concerned. – “I’ll look for her later. We have to go now!” – you ushered him. Tugging at his arm to let go of the door knob. So he did as you teleported outside.

You ditched Jacob, teleporting back in before anyone could protest. – “Y/n!” – Enoch screamed out. He grabbed Jacob firm by his shoulders. – “Why is she back in there? Everyone is out here?” – he called out, shaking him back and forth. – “She… went to look for Miss Peregrine.” – Jacob answered. – “What?!” – Enoch called out in a panic.

He shoved him aside, staring in shock back at the house. Seeing how it was burning from Olive’s fire balls. Panting loud, he couldn’t steady his breathing. Moving his hands desperately up in his hair. – “We need to get out of here.” – Olive spoke. – “Not without Y/n!” – Enoch made clear. – “Leave! But I will stay!” – he gestured at the others to get a move on.

You were panting loud, teleporting around the house. Shouting out to Miss Peregrine. Not knowing where the hollows were for you could not see them. Perhaps you should’ve taken Jacob with you. You felt like you were going nowhere. Till you heard loud bird caws. It made you look outside the window.

Seeing a bird circle above the house. Alarming caws. – “Miss P!” – you shouted with tears in your eyes. She was save. It was getting hot underneath your feet as you needed to get out quickly. A tangle around your ankle made you drop to the ground. Screaming loud as you got dragged back. Hands clawing your way at the ground for grip. Scooped up from the ground.

You felt the tangle around your body tighten. – “Teleport.” – you told yourself, focusing on the outsides. Already feeling it slither up your face. Gasping loud, you felt sturdy ground beneath your feet. – “Y/n!” – Enoch’s voice called out, nearly knocking you over with his hug. Grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “You stupid, reckless girl!” – he cursed at you, shaking you back and forth.

“I thought I was going to lose you!” – he forced out with a relieved sigh. Seeing the tears in your eyes, he softened up. Pressing his lips on yours. Needing to seal just how much he had missed you. To have something to ease his bleeding heart for he thought to never look upon you again.

“Enoch! Y/n let’s go!” – Emma shouted loud, making you break off the kiss. Enoch took your hand, running up to Emma and the others towards the cave. – “I’m never letting you go.” – he told you. By the cave, you turned to look one more time at the burning pink house. Your home. Destroyed. For you would miss it dearly.

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[phoenixnewton]

Loop Mornings

Enoch O’Connor x Reader Fluff

Miss Peregrines Home for Peculair Children

My eyes fluttered open as the sound of familiar birds sang their morning calls in the garden. I woke the same way every day. The same minute, of the same day, of the same year. September 3rd 1943. As always I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall back into a deep slumber.

I shivered as a breeze came through the window and snuggled deeper into the duvet and the strong arms that encompassed me. Enoch must have forgotten to close the window the night before after we'd spent the evening on the balcony. I felt my face heat up at the memory. Despite having been together for the past twenty years in the loop, the thought of the broody boy set my cheeks aflame and my stomach to flutter in nervous excitement.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, I felt Enoch shift beside me. He mumbled something illegible and pulled my body closer to him. I let out a breathless laugh and let myself be pressed against his chest. At last, I let my eyes open fully as I listened to his steady heartbeat in his chest. My fingers drew out intricate patterns with a featherlight touch on his chest, being as careful as I could not to wake him. Although, knowing Enoch he was probably already awake and just pretending. He did that a lot, especially in quiet loop mornings like this, just feigning sleep to make the moment last longer.

Despite being virtually adults, and both the oldest wards under her care, Miss Peregrine still disapproved of us sharing a bed. So, moments like this were rare and short-lived.

Enoch stroked a hand down my back softly. His hands were calloused from all the manual work he did constructing his homunculi, but I felt his roughened caress comforting. As his hand made its way down my bare spine I was reminded suddenly that I was naked, which meant he certainly was too. “G’Morning, darling.” He said in a husky voice that was rough from sleep. I felt a shiver go through me at the deep rumble of it.

I tilted my head back and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his jaw in reply. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when my lips carried on a trail downwards along the column of his neck. “Morning handsome,” I murmured against his hot skin.

Enoch groaned and pulled me on top of him so fast it made my head spin. I giggled quietly, aware that we couldn't be too loud. The walls in this house were ridiculously thin. I ran my hands down his defined chest teasingly as he gripped my hips tightly.

“How long have we got?” He asked me slightly breathless when my hands drifted lower, tracing the deep v-line on his hips.

I grinned devilishly, “Long enough.” And with that, Enoch captured my lips in a searing kiss full of lust and love.

Loop mornings were repetitive-literally, and there was no way to deny that. But it didn't mean they couldn't be fun. And as long as I had Enoch, I could spend every morning like this. Full of searing kisses, soft caresses and gasped breaths. Forever.

[zelcii]

content | enoch o'connor

sunlight filtered through the trees, casting soft, dappled shadows across the ground as they worked together in silence. she stole another glance at enoch, her heart stirring at the sight of him, focused as ever on the task at hand. his movements were smooth and deliberate, each action steady and sure, but she found herself more captivated by the subtle things—the way his fingers grazed the earth, the quiet determination in his eyes.

every now and then, his gaze would shift, meeting hers for the briefest of moments before he looked away again, leaving her breathless and warm with a longing she barely knew how to contain. his dark eyes took her in so quickly, she wondered if he even realized the effect he had on her, how much her heart ached with unspoken feelings. and in those fleeting moments, she couldn’t help but imagine what those eyes might look like if he was as in love with her as she was with him.

enoch wasn’t like anyone else she knew, and maybe that was what made her fall so hard. a big part of who he was was defined by what he wasn’t—he wasn’t expressive, wasn’t easily swayed, wasn’t the kind of person to wear his heart on his sleeve. yet somehow, she loved every bit of him. it wasn’t the absence of those things that drew her in; it was the quiet strength underneath, the mystery she couldn’t quite unravel but didn’t want to stop trying.

as they continued working, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he saw her the way she saw him. the thought made her pulse quicken, and she fumbled with her hands, trying to focus on the task before her. but every small interaction between them felt like a lifeline, keeping her anchored in a sea of emotions she didn’t know how to control.

“you alright over there?” enoch’s voice was low, cutting through the silence, and she managed a smile, trying to push past the embarrassment. “yeah, just thinking.”

“about what?” his tone was casual, but she could sense the curiosity behind it.

“oh, nothing,” she replied with a small shrug, her heart pounding as she met his gaze again. she knew she was being vague, but how could she ever explain the thoughts running through her mind? what could she say that wouldn’t give her feelings away entirely?

he didn’t press for more, simply chuckled under his breath and went back to his work, but the sound of his laugh lingered in her ears, making her chest tighten with affection.

the rest of their time together passed quietly, but her mind was far from calm. she found herself watching him more often than not, admiring the way the sunlight played across his dark hair, the way his hands moved with such purpose. she thought about how different he was from anyone she’d ever known, how there was so much left unsaid between them, yet she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

in the end, there was no grand confession, no moment of revelation. but that was alright. for now, she was content to be near him, even if he didn’t see her the way she saw him.

also kinda rushed 😿😿

[saint-petah-the-good]

I just made this random chart for all my pookies to understand my type in men

For the memo I find them all fuckable and even datable even the ones in looks more than personality it's just my personal chart to organize things and see with ho I correspond more.

Can yall help me what is my type?

[devine-devil]

Tell us about your headcanons, you have enormous creativity

Thank you 🤍

My headcanons are few, and I like to put them in my fanfics.

Lorraine was actually the person who tried to kidnap Emma when she was a child.

When Jack "died in 1908" Myron and Alma had a better brotherly relationship, without Jack's negative influence Myron was not bad with Alma. But this is not beneficial for her, as she receives all the brotherly love that was always denied to her, she truly begins to love her brother, and that is why when he betrays her again it hurts so much. That's why she says that the people we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most.

The one who made Alma's parents kill themselves is Caul himself. Miss Avocet would never approve of Alma visiting her parents, she is aware of what was going to happen and that it was dangerous for Alma, Alma herself does not remember where she came from since she was a baby, so the only people who could have told Alma where her parents were were Myron and Jack, they were older kids and probably remember where they lived. Alma's trip is a failure and later before 1908 Caul also goes to visit his parents, when he is as poorly received as Alma, he revolts, those were his biological parents, the people who should have loved him no matter what, who were good parents in his childhood, Caul's anger is so great that he says his name and uses his selective memory erasure powers to suggest his parents and make them commit "suicide". I like this headcanon so much that I put it in ANE.

Alma has thalassophobia, since her parents' suicide she really doesn't like the sea, so she freaks out with rage when Victor sinks the Cairnholm ferry with her and the children inside, She is afraid that someone she loves and is responsible for will drown. After Golan threw her into the ocean inside a cage, this phobia became even worse.

Miss Avocet blames herself for the existence of the Hollowgasts and what Caul has become. I always wanted to see this old woman admit this in the books, since she didn't I dedicated an entire chapter in ANE to her blaming herself, since she obviously has a large share of the blame. She could have suppressed the ClayWings when they were still harmless, she could have actually arrested them all before 1908, things ended tragically because she was negligent. As leader of the ymbryne council she should have solved the problem while it was still possible to solve it. And nothing convinces me that she never realized that Alma was hurt by Caul SINCE SHE WAS A BABY.

When the children want to leave, Bronwyn always goes with them, even if she doesn't agree with what they're going to do. She does this because she fears that without her they will die just like what happened to Victor, she thinks she needs to be with her friends, that she needs to defend them at all costs, She thinks she has a duty to protect everyone since she couldn't protect her brother.

Whenever the children accidentally kill someone inside the loop in their village-attack games, Miss Peregrine lets Enoch keep the deceased's organs, The past solves the problem, and Enoch gets new toys.

Alma sleeps very little because she is afraid that someone will break into the house during the night, Wights mainly, and because Horace sleepwalks, she has to make sure he doesn't fall down the stairs or jump from the roof of the house while he sleeps.

Nothing tragic happened with Enoch's previous loop, he just didn't fit in there very well and asked for a transfer, it took a long time for them to grant it to him, and when he was given the choice of a new loop to live in, Miss Peregrine's loop seemed perfect by Enoch's standards. It's a secluded island, with a pleasant climate for Enoch, with few people, and many animals for him to take the organs and a relatively permissive ymbryne.

The engine of the panloopticon has always been a living person, so the engine is a human-sized compartment filled with anesthetic gas, and that's why Bentham kidnapped people to try to turn the panloopticon back on.

The panloopticon's engine works like a gigantic Hemodialysis machine, taking blood from a hollow and making that same blood connect all the ports and return to the hollow's body. Bentham can't let his engine die right away so this process is very quick, but very painful and since it takes a long time for hollows to starve to death Bentham had found a perfect new engine.

Bentham and Marion once had a relationship but, as is obvious, it was toxic and ended very quickly.

Claire is also a baby and was born with a second mouth without teeth, obviously she was rejected and Alma saved her, that's why she acts as if Alma was her mother, Alma is the only mother figure she has ever known, the only one who has ever cared for her.

All the children started to age after TDODA.

Caul and Bentham have all the secondary abilities of the ymbrynes such as being able to sense peculiarities and erase memories, and obviously transform into a bird, they just didn't inherit the temporal abilities.

Benny's ghost lives in his mansion as a guardian of the panloopticon.

Well I think that's it, if I create new headcanons I'll post about them.

[treehyd]

someone please im begging write some enoch o'connor fanfic

[stanzo75]

Movie enoch x reader!!

You have a nightmare about one of your experiences escaping hollows before being brought to miss peregrine's loop!!

Your peculiarity allows you to hear/sense heartbeats of living things for up to 2 miles away!!

(I'm sorry if this sucks, i wrote this in school because there's no internet)

A low growl emits from the dark, a faint dark ugly, gurgling heartbeat, maybe two can be heard from maybe over a few feet away. Your body is frozen, you can feel your blood icy and rushing through your veins. You are mere prey, you have nowhere to run without being caught. Your skin crawls with anticipation. This is it. They caught you. The faint gurgle of a heartbeat from something inhuman, monstrous, grows louder, as they seem to be approaching you. You can't see anything, but you know they're there. You can see a shadow on the ground from the dim streetlights just a block away, long tentacles extending from a strange mass. You can feel it, you can't see whatever is there but you can feel the cold inconsistent beating of whatever heart is left inside of it.

In your bed you toss and turn, cold sweat dripping from your pale face. This isn't real, it's not real anymore. It's just a dream. But it doesn't feel fake, it's like you're back there, on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. Looking for an escape from someone, something, you had never experienced before, or even heard of. Your breath is caught in your throat as the dream progresses.

The shadow is getting closer, tentacles reaching out to you slowly, as if tasting the air around you. And you can feel your body coursing with a shocking cold energy, you can't breathe, you can't move, all you can do and stand there and watch. Until the icy paralyzation restraining your body breaks and you run. Or you try to, everything is slow motion, your body feels weighed down like molasses. A slimy frigid tentacle whips forward and grabs your ankle, holding on tight. You try to scream but no sound comes out.

You jump as you hear a knocking sound, suddenly springing awake in your bed. Looking around frantically in the darkness.

"Are you alright?" A voice calls out.

You jolt up, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles hurt.

"I'm coming in" the voice says, as you hear the creak of a door.

Your heartbeat is going so fast it feels like it's going to explode, you're completely frozen in fear.

Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see through the pitch black. And you hear quiet footsteps getting closer, making your blood run cold once again.

"You're awake, why didnt you respond?"

Enoch appears at the foot of your bed, looking concerned.

You can barely process anything, everything feels like it's going too fast and too slow at the same time.

"Hello? Are you going to say something? I could hear your breathing and groaning from the hall when I came up from getting water." He says as he approaches your bedside, seemingly more concerned.

You do nothing but stare at him in a paralyzed fear, starting to calm down but still on guard.

"Enoch?" You finally manage to choke out.

"Yeah?" He responds, "why are you so afraid? It's just me"

You sigh and your body relaxes slightly, finally realizing you were safe and in your room.

"Its nothing" You respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

Enoch sits on your bed next to you, carefully reaching over to feel your forehead.

"Are you sick? You don't feel warm to me, but you're all sweaty" he says gently, looking confused.

"It was just a bad dream" You whisper back, looking down at your lap.

He thinks for a second before looking at you sympathetically.

"What was it about?"

You quickly shake your head, not wanting to reveal what had happened, nobody except miss peregrine knows what you dealt with before you came here.

Enoch leans back on your pillow, turning on his side to look at you.

You feel your eyes starting to tear up but you wipe them away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

He doesnt say anything, he just pulls you closer into a hug as you feel yourself start to sob, you bury your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly, curling up against his body. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, trying to be comforting.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay, I'm here" he whispers in a reassuring tone.

After a few minutes you start to calm down, already worn out from your restless sleep.

"You should go back to sleep, I'll stay here, okay?"

You nod as you start to drift off, comforted by his familiar scent and warm body.

Maybe you'll tell him about the dream in the morning.

[enochoconnor-girlie]

”out of all the kids Enoch will comfort Horace the most” yeah okay that’s cute, but, what if he didn’t?

it’s not like Enoch is mean to Horace, no no no, he just understands that he doesn’t want to be babied. Just like all the other peculiar peoples he wants to be treated normally, not like a piece of glass that will break easily. So, if Enoch ever walks in on him hyperventilating or sobbing on the floor, he won’t immediately comfort him. He’ll get him some water try to slow down his breathing, and just sit there and wait for HORACE to decide wether he wants comforted or not. He’ll just lay on Enoch and Enoch will get the green light to start loving him and giving him kisses and what not. Enoch loves Horace with all his heart but he also KNOWS Horace with all his heart, so he gets it if Horace doesn’t want coddling, or if he doesn’t want to talk about it or if he does. Because he’ll treat him normally.

that’s all. Thank you.

[metaphoricallymagpie]

Chapter 4!!

chapter four is posted at last! thank you to everyone for your patience.

this is a little image to go with the chapter because I couldn't figure out how to put it in the chapter on ao3 (technology is not my thing, clearly)

[arriansarchive]

Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson

RAAAAAH 🔥🔥💥💥 The story has been decided

Honestly, enorace is probably my favorite ship..

It and jillard switch out every now and then

Love them both though

Set in Jacob's house after the third book since that's my favorite setting of all time

Can you tell I'm American by the dialogue???

Didn't know how to end it sooo forgetful Enoch I guess

EDIT... I READ THIS ON MY CHROMEBOOK AND I SWEEEEEEAR TO ALL PC READERS THAT THE NUMBERS WERE CENTERED

Summary: One Enoch tried to give Horace a gift and one time he succeeded.

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It was a cold night in the broom closet where Enoch chose to stay in Jacob's gigantic house. The blankets were crowding him, and he just needed to escape.

Jacob had told him that the basement was also a place that he could go to work on his homunculi. Climbing out of the nest of blankets and pillows he had made, Enoch opened the door slowly.

He listened closely for any sign of footsteps and came up clear. His socked feet padded on the wooden floors. He was used to living in a space with toys all over the floor, so it was a relief not to have to watch where he stepped.

Now, Enoch didn't really want to work on his homunculi per say. He actually wanted to work on a gift that he had been conjuring up in his mind for a while.

Birthdays hadn't been celebrated for centuries in their original home with Miss Peregrine; but now that it was the present and all their clocks were reset, they could finally have the glory of birthday parties.

It was March third. March fifth was his.. something's, Horace Somnusson's, birthday. He supposed that Horace thought that Enoch was his best friend; he certainly acted so, but Enoch thought something more. Something he could never say.

So, obviously, he was going to make Horace a gift. Stupid, stupid Horace who always got red in the face whenever Enoch did something for him. Enoch didn't understand one bit why he couldn't just take the generosity and laugh at it. Meanly.

He never understood kindness or generosity until he met Horace, anyway. The boy had so much love to give, even to Enoch, that it was sickening. That's why he was trying to repay the ugly gift.

He downed the stairs two at a time, trying to get down quickly but silently. Nobody could catch him making a gift; he'd never hear the end of it.

He quietly opened the basement door, creeping past various sets of tools and the damaged car that they still hadn't replaced after they sent Jacob's parents on vacation. It's not like they planned to let them come back.

"Finally." Enoch whispered, coming to an empty work bench.

He pulled materials out of his pocket which consisted of: black fabric, white fabric, some random assortment of sewing materials from Jacob's mom's room, clay, and a flower. Oh, and a mouse's heart. Just the essentials.

He stumbled with the fabrics, poking himself with the needles a few times, but it got done nonetheless. He held it up with two fingers carefully. A small, horribly sewn suit that was made to fit on a homunculus.

Yes, that's right, his gift to Horace was going to be one of his little army men. Enoch grabbed a random cardboard box beside him and shoved the little man into it, closing the box hurriedly.

"Perfect." He chuckled with wiggling fingers.

Enoch decided he was going to give this gift to Horace tomorrow, so it could be more special than his other gifts. Jealous, yes, but it would pay off.

Now, he just had to wait.

-1-

Enoch woke up and cracked his neck from lying his head on the desk all night. He hasn't even realized he fell asleep. The banging from the cardboard box he shut last night blew him back to reality.

It's time for the gift of his life.

He trudged up the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The box was thudding around in his hands; it wobbled him slightly. He spotted Horace in Jacob's kitchen, some of the others standing around him, hovering over the food.

Enoch stopped in the next room over, tapping his foot on the ground as he tried to find out a way to get Horace alone. A slow, evil smile spread on his face whenever he thought of his idea.

Reaching his hand out to the vase beside him, he knocked it over loudly. He suppressed a chuckle and his behind the corner, knowing Horace would come and check it out.

"What was that?" He heard a fiery, female voice ask.

"I'll go check it out. It is my house, after all." An uncertain voice said.

But it wasn't a good uncertain voice. It wasn't Horace. It was Jacob!

Jacob came into the room, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the vase, almost as of he knew that Enoch had been the one to knock it over.

Immediately rounding the corner, he spotted Enoch against the wall, looking guilty. Jacob huffed and crossed his arms.

"Really, Enoch?" He paused to run his temples, "What is wrong with you? What is that box?"

Enoch scowled and looked around the room to avoid Jacob's eyes, clutching the box tighter in his arms.

"It's a bunch of organs that I'm going to spread around your pillow tonight if you don't buzz off!" He spat angrily.

Jacob rolled his eyes, pointing the the banging box. "Whatever you say, but I don't think organs do that."

Enoch jerked the box away from Jacob's accusing finger and walked away, clambering up the stairs to his broom closet. He'll store his gift in there tomorrow. His gift will just have to be normal, he guessed.

-2-

Enoch sighed, grabbing the box out from its hiding place on one of the shelves in the broom closet and prepared to bring in down to Horace's room. He had one last chance to make his gift special.

He would give it to him before anyone in the house woke up.

Quietly closed the door and shushed the little homunculus in the suit before padding quietly down the hallway in his cartoon socks that used to be Jacob's.

Horace's room was on the right next to the bathroom. Enoch entered quietly, hoping he wouldn't be asleep.

Much to his delight, Horace say on the side of his bed as he looked in the mirror, fixing his hair. It was tussles, and he looked a mess, but something in Enoch really liked that mess.

"Hey!" Enoch whispered, crossing the room swiftly.

Horace jumped and looked at Enoch with a hand on his chest. "You had me petrified, Enoch! You need not do that ever again."

"I need not do a lot of things that I do."

Horace rolled his eyes, but he stopped whenever he saw the box that was thudding from the inside that's in Enoch's arms. His eyebrows raised slightly as he pointed to it.

"Are there organs in there?" Horace asked.

"I don't think organs do that." Enoch shrugged. "But it is for you."

Horace smiled and stood up from his bed. He took the box from Enoch, caressing the side. He had such a sincere smile on his face that it made Enoch want to puke.

Horace opened the box, and the grin got even wider. It seemed like it would stretch from ear to ear. He put his hand in the box, pulling out the fancy homunculus.

His cheeks got all rosy, and it made Enoch scowl even harder. The little homunculus wrapped it's little arms around Horace's long fingers in a hug.

"It's so cute, Enoch! I love him." Horace cooed.

Enoch rolled his eyes fondly. "I suppose you've already named him?"

"Not yet, but I definitely will." Horace giggled.

He giggled!

Enoch coughed a little to hide the smile that was spreading across his face unwillingly. Seeing Horace so happy had made something in his presumed dead heart start to flutter.

Horace looked Enoch in the eyes, and his grin lowered into a calm, still happy smile. "You know, despite your outward look on life, you're quite the romantic."

Enoch's eyes widened.

Oh yeah, he forgot. Horace has asked him out five days ago. Somehow he was always forgetting.

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fanfics?

If I write them will yall read them����‍♀️

I could write for:

The Black Phone

Finney Blake

robin Arellano

Vance hopper

Miss Perigrines Home for Peculiar Children

Enoch O’Connor

Millard Nullings

Emma Bloom

Fiona I cannot remember her last name 😭

Jacob Portman

Abe Portman 😐 (listen that drawing was kinda.. but I think the stories could be so cool.)

Hugh Apiston

The outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis

Dallas Winston

johnny Cade

It 2017

Henry Bowers (I’m so sorry but I do think I could change him (I swear I don’t condone him.(he’s so different in my head)

I’ll only write for characters I understand/actually like because I’m scared to put something bad out but lmk😜🫶

obvi nothing weird but I’ll definitely write🌝

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To be truthful (Reader x Enoch O'Connor)

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Emma was finishing setting up the table with Fiona. Holding some of the plates, she tilted her head to look into the hallway. – “Didn’t I call for diner a minute ago?” – Emma said out loud, turning around to look at Fiona for confirmation. Fiona shrugged her shoulders, placing a bowl with fresh cut carrots on the table.

“Should I call again? Miss Peregrine insists upon punctuality.” – Emma rambled on, getting nervous that no one was coming through the door. Setting the plates down on the table she had made up her decision. – “I’m calling them!” – she made clear, holding her hands to her hip.

“You’ve just called.” – Fiona answered with a roll of her eyes. Emma was about to shout when Hugh and Claire came running in. Almost running Emma over with their game of tag. Fiona jumped in front of them to stop them before they would bump against the counter.

With her calm hands, she brought them to a stop. Both were panting loud. Fiona simply had to point at Emma then at the table for them to understand. Horace and Millard entered a moment later. Horace chattering loudly as he blindly went to his seat.

Olive and Enoch joined as well. Olive having a soft smile on her lips. They both went to their seats at the table. Emma looked into the hallway with a worried look. – “Where is Y/n?” – she asked. – “Didn’t you call her?” – Emma turned to Olive and Enoch. Enoch sat down, pulling his shoulders up.

“Do I look like her babysitter?” – he answered rudely. Olive gave him a little glare to not be so negative from across the table. Emma’s gaze fixed on the clock, knowing Miss Peregrine would arrive any moment for diner. It made her panic that you still weren’t here.

Enoch jumped out of his skin, startled as he gripped the edges of his chair with a tight grip once you had popped up behind him. – “Bloody hell Y/n!” – he cursed out that you had scared him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, coming to lean over his shoulder.

“Did I startle you Enoch?” – you asked sweetly as he pushed your grip off him. Groaning in annoyance. – “Good of you to join us Y/n.” – Miss Peregrine said entering the room. You quickly went to your seat right across from Emma. – “Good day Miss Peregrine.” – you all called out in unison as she went to sit at the head of the table.

“Fiona splendid work with the vegetables.” – she complimented. Fiona smiled sheepishly, leaning back in her seat rather bashful. – “Now shall we eat.” – she unfolded her napkin to lay it on her lap. The moment was set as everyone got in motion. Reaching for food, chatting and laughing away. From at the other head of the table, you noticed Enoch staring at you or rather glaring at you.

You moved a bit forwards so he could see your face fully. You returned his glare with a sweet smile. Enoch only narrowed his eyes more, swallowing hard. Olive gave him a nudge. – “Stop glaring.” – she whispered to him. Enoch exhaled soft, turning his head away. – “It’s okay Olive. I know Enoch means well.” – you told her with another smile.

Enoch clenched his jaw, trying not to freak out about that. – “Don’t make assumptions for me!” – Enoch replied. – “Why do you dislike Y/n so much?” – Horace questioned as everyone adored you. Enoch leaned a bit forwards. – “Stay out of it.” – he shout-whispered. Miss Peregrine observed from afar. When you turned your head, you caught up with her gaze. With a soft smile, she winked at you.

After diner, the youngest ones were free to play, while the older ones were left to clean the table. You started collecting plates, stacking them on each other. Emma stood by the sink, letting water down to start the dishes. You popped up beside her, giving her a soft fright. – “Goodness Y/n.” – Emma blurted out, one hand on her heart. – “Can’t you just walk. The table is right there.” – she pointed out at how close it was.

It would only take one a few steps to reach her. Yet you chose to teleport yourself beside her. – “Y/n likes to be special.” – Enoch mocked holding a few glasses. You teleported away from Emma, appearing behind Enoch. – “I like teleporting.” – you told him as he had jumped back. With a loud groan he handed the glasses over to Olive.

You started collecting the cutlery. – “Y/n.” – Emma said daringly with a warning finger to not pop up behind her. You puffed soft. – “You are no fun.” – you mumbled, walking up to her instead of teleporting. – “Satisfied?” – you asked dropping the cutlery in the sink. – “Very.” – Emma responded, patting you on the head.  – “Now help me.” – Emma took a towel, laying it on your head, having a laugh at it. You pulled it down.

Giving her a nudge with your hip against her to make some room. Emma started washing the dishes as you dried them. Olive and Enoch putting away the left overs into the fridge. Whilst Enoch was working, he couldn’t help himself but admire you. Gaze upon you and watch what you were doing. Olive noticed it, giving him a little nudge in the side.  – “You are staring.” – she whispered in his ear. – “I am not.” – Enoch grunted out.

He quickly averted his gaze, yet he kept being drawn to you. Emma and you were chatting whilst finished the dishes. Olive joined the two of you, putting the dishes away. Enoch cleaning the table. After cleaning, you immediately popped away. Emma shrugged her shoulders, leaving the room to head outside. Enoch left as well with Olive right behind him. – “Are you going to play with your dolls?” – she asked, holding her hands behind her back.

“Maybe.” – he responded, looking over his shoulder to her. A part of him wondered where you were. With a soft sigh, he went upstairs with Olive. Pausing almost at the top of the stairs, he saw you walk across the hallway to your room. There you were. Olive poked him in the back to move. Enoch got in motion, heading for his room as he couldn’t help himself but glance at your door. Olive noticed it, stopping to knock on your door. – “What are you doing?” – Enoch panicked.

“Asking if Y/n wants to join. Don’t you want that?” – she said having a sense of his feelings towards you. It had become clear to her for a while now that his act of dislike towards you was just a charade. A façade to hide behind. Enoch tugged his hands in his pocket, looking away. Olive knocked again as you hadn’t opened the door yet. Grabbing the handle, she opened the door. – “Y/n?” – she asked softly, popping her head inside.

To her surprise your room was empty. – “Must have teleported out.” – Olive let out, closing the door once more. With a smile, she returned to an almost sweating Enoch. – “Now you mustn’t worry. She’s not here.” – she teased, patting him against his shoulder. They entered his room as Enoch went to sit. A doll in front of him on the table. Olive picked up one of his tools, already presenting it to him.

“Thank you.” – he said accepting the tool. He started working on the doll. – “Enoch.” – Olive started, hearing him hum loud. – “You like watching Y/n do you not?” – she asked as he nearly had a heartache. With wide eyes, he dropped his tool. In shock turning round in his chair to her. – “What?” – he called out. Olive giggled amusingly. – “I’ve noticed you watch Y/n a lot from afar.” – she explained. Enoch puffed loud. – “I do not.” – he replied turning back to his doll.

“It’s alright Enoch, you mustn’t be frightened of it.” – Olive went on handing him another tool. – “Of what?” – Enoch answered bitsy. – “Of having feelings for Y/n.” – Olive finished. Enoch’s hand slipped as he broke a piece off the dolls porcelain chest. He turned around getting up. – “I do not have feelings for Y/n!” – he shouted as Olive was unimpressed. – “Enoch, just admit it. Why are you even scared to admit it?” – she asked. – “I don’t have anything to admit as it isn’t true!” – he made clear with a glare.

“Liar!” – Olive shouted back, having enough of him lying to himself. – “You like Y/n and you are too afraid to admit it.” – she started, poking him in the chest. – “So you better stop being so scared and let yourself love her!” – Enoch fell back in his chair with her sturdy poking in his chest. Speechless, he stared at her. He had never seen her speak so loudly or react so vibrant. – “So Enoch O’Connor, you are going outside, find Y/n and be nicer to her as a beginning.” – she ordered him, pointing firm at the door.

Enoch shook his head, not wanting to do it. Olive removed a glove, showing her hand that caught fire to him. – “Don’t make me burn your puppets.” – she threatened. Enoch stumbled out of the chair, sweating with shock as he rushed downstairs to do as he was told. Too afraid Olive might actually burn his puppets or himself for the matter if he didn’t act upon his feelings. Olive sniffed out the fire, having a satisfying smile on her face.

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[supernovasilence]

“Oh, look, here he comes now. Birds, he looks dull.”

“Enoch!” someone hissed, but Prince Jacob couldn’t tell who. When he entered the audience hall, everyone looked polite, even the boy he assumed was Prince Enoch.

He’d rather not have been Prince Jacob—he was really just Jake—but, unfortunately, this was an official day. An official event. The first step in a royal alliance.

To Jake, it was just the day he met the stranger he had to marry, and, judging from the whispers, neither of them was excited about it.

Look, it's a MPHFPC royalty au: arranged marriage between Jake and Enoch but the fic is really Emma x Enoch x Jake x Olive polyam. Oneshot, getting together, first kisses, Enoch being bad at small talk. I don't know how to caption this beyond that. I don't know if anyone else ships these four, because I haven't read all the books and I don't want to go in the tag until I have. This is more movie-based anyway. But royalty au. Enjoy.

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[coffeeanddimlights]

Emma Bloom HCs

- She has a heart locket with a picture of herself and Abe inside. She couldn’t bring herself to replace his picture or put it away when she started to date Jacob. Only after she finally began to get over him (post TDoDA) she put it in a keepsake box in her closet and hasn’t thought of it since.

- Her breakup with Jacob made her reflect a lot on how obsessed she was with Abe which is how she began to finally get over him. She ended up discovering she was pan after falling in love with a preppy popular girl at Jacob’s school who she’s been dating ever since.

- She became a professional photographer in both the modern and peculiar world, making a living in both worlds. Her girlfriend helped her set up a social media account to get more traction; her first photos that went viral were of photoshoots of her girlfriend and she’s been living off commission since. In the peculiar world she helps document fellow peculiars.

- Emma was always in charge of Miss Peregrine’s photo album and was the one who took photos of all the children (Abe took the photo of herself for her).

- When she fled home she didn’t have any belongings, therefore nothing to remember her sister by. After all these years she’s forgotten her voice and her face, and she sometimes cries at night trying to piece her back together in her mind. She and Millard once tried to find records or any information of Julia but they never found anything, which plagues her mind.

- Noor and Emma’s girlfriend drastically helped Emma warm up to modern fashion. She finally developed her own fashion sense, mostly consisting of sundresses, floral crop tops and baggy jeans. She’s a fan of the preppy-hipster style of dress to her girlfriend’s more bra top and leggings style of preppy.

- As often as they fight, she sees Enoch as the younger brother she never had and loves him dearly. It never occurred to her that he felt the same until she realized how concerned he was over her (towards the end of TCoTB) and she started to be more patient with his attitude (though she never hesitates to call him out on bs).

- She loves birds and owned a pet canary once, but after she accidentally burned his wing with her pinky, she decided that all pets were off the table and set him free, though she still misses him dearly and loves all animals in general.

- While she disliked and felt very jealous towards Noor at first, after they began to hangout, she grew to saw Noor as a good friend. The two, along with Bronwyn, Fiona, (and later Emma’s girlfriend), all hang out together as often as they can, usually shopping or going on walks (or pranking the boys). They love having girl’s nights with Claire and Olive (Horace tags along occasionally) and sleepovers in each other’s rooms (though Miss Peregrine makes sure Emma and her girlfriend sleep separately much to Emma’s annoyance).

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The Special Doctor (Rewrite)

A young man stares out the window of the moving Taxi watching as the scenery goes by mindlessly although his forest green eyes that are covered with thin framed circular glasses looks beyond it while thinking about the letter that's been send to him a while ago when he had stayed at one of his usual residence, the letter rests loosely in his fingers which his hand is laying on top of his briefcase and satchel that are on his lap as his shortish dirty blond hair flows in the wind from the cracked window. Once again his eyes return to the parchment even though he has read the letter almost a hundred times although not in a habit but more then out of nervousness, he has visited many loops in his pursuit of farthing his knowledge in medical and medicine but being the new guy never gets any easier.

Dear Edward,

It's been a while since you last wrote to us, I hope you are fairing well both mentally and physically on your travels as everyone misses you dearly. They hope you could visit soon but I believe that have to be on hold for now as I have a favor to ask of you; a ymbryne that was once a student under me has written not to long ago that something terrible has happened to one of her wards. Hopefully you can forgive me for asking but could you go to her loop in Cairnholm, Wales? Please, try to help her the best of your abilities.

Love

Esmeralda Avocet

I stayed in her loop for quiet some time even more then I usually do in a loop while continuing my studies of any medical knowledge under the sun before moving on but I kept in contact with her all this time as she was like a grandmother to me, my eyes drift to the black and white photograph that's been weathered to more of a light tan with white instead. Miss Avocet stands proudly with her head held high as her wards either stand or sit on the ground near her as the photograph is taken and my small smile grows a little bit bigger at seeing the familiar faces.

Dear Edward,

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for doing this favor of mine which I have written to her about this and will be expecting you, beware for that I have not told her of your peculiarity knowing you'll tell her about it on your own. How's been your traveling? I hope you did not have any trouble with the Wrights or Hollowgasts as I worry for you dearly every hour of the day when not seeing you for so long, I'll be waiting your letter once you have settled in her loop and hopefully this will be a place for you to finally call home as Peregrine is an excellent Ymbryne.

Love

Esmeralda Avocet

P.s

Look for the old orphanage, she will have someone waiting for you there.

By the time I got finished rereading the letters once again I see the port in the distance so I gently folded the letters and slip them back into their envelopes before putting them back into my worn lather satchel in the side pocket inside, I tilt my head to take a look up at the cloudy sky to see two faint shapes flying through the air causing a small smile to appear on my lips.

"Thank you" I give the driver a nod with a smile as I hand him the money I needed to pay for the fair and when I lean back up to step aside for the taxi to drive on which I slip up my old fashioned circular glasses up my nose before strolling to the port that's at the end of the street.

"Good morning gentlemen and sorry for interrupting your conversation but how do I get to Wales from here?" When strolling onto the docks I see a small group of four rough looking boatman talking near some crates so I stroll up to them and asked them asked them a question which one of them points me into the direction of a small rusted metal boat at the end of the, it's the smallest of the all the boats that are docked here and the oldest so I thanked them before walking to it.

"Good morning Sir! Is this boat for hire?" I called out to the old man doing some maintenance on the old rustic boat.

"Tha' it is and where you needing to go?" His voice is thick with a rough scottish accent as a short white beard covers his chin and can tell he takes pride in it with how kept up it is while standing tall with his short frame showing me he won't take any bullshit from anyone, his beer belly hovers over his belt although I can tell his packing more muscle then fat.

"Can you take me to Wales?" I questioned when he walked over to the part of the boat I'm standing by on the dock so I have to look up at him slightly.

"Vistin' or staying?"

"Staying" I answered his questioned without hesitation hoping he'll take me.

"One wa' trip, 20" He holds out a hand to me over the railing which I quickly set my case down onto the wooden dock to pull out a twenty dollar pill from my lather wallet I keep in my satchel before handing it to him, when I get low on money I take a job or two until either I can't stay any longer because of my agelessness or I have enough money saved to my liking.

"Come 'board" He gestures me to come on his boat which I quickly pick up my case and walk on aboard.

"Mak' youself comfortable, we'll be at Wales in thy hour." He gestures to the only bench the small boat has before walking into the control cab to get the boat on it's way which I sit on the metal bench that looks like it's been pulled off the street and welded to the front of the boat, so I wait patiently as the old man gets the boat start after pulling the walking plank in and pull the boat away the dock.

Ca' Ca'

I smiled to myself at hearing the two bird calls coming from on top of the control cab and had to hold my laughter when hearing the mummers of a argument.

"That doesn't sound like a raven call at all!" The plummy male voice hissed.

"So! Humans always get ravens and crow mixed up anyway! so why dose it matter what call I give!" A thickly male voice hissed back which I rolled my eyes at the two arguing like usual so I pulled the book I've been reading and continued where I left off as I wait to arrive at Wales.

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