#enoch o'connor fic

[frost-queen]

To be truthful (Reader x Enoch O'Connor)

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @alex–awesome–22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

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.

------------------------------------------

Read more of my fics on my Masterlists!

[stanzo75]

Scraped knees □

Background: y/n is hard of seeing, her peculiarity involves bioluminescent and partially acidic tears that over the years have worn down her eyes, although from a young age she could wipe the tears before they ran down her face, her eyes couldn't be saved and are mostly just white. The white eyes made it harder for enoch to trust her when he arrived in the loop, and he still doesn't quite seem to like her despite her attempts to earn his friendship.

Guys I'm sorry if this sucks, I'm rusty! This is my first attempt at writing since 2021 so I really hope it is at least decent!! I also have NOT proofread this.

"HEY! watch it!,"

a sharp, bitter tone snaps.

As you stumble back, you look down to see a blurry dark figure on the ground sitting against a tree.

"OH! Im so sorry-" you say quickly as you recognize the figure of enoch o'connor, the one peculiar in this loop who hasn't seemed to accept you yet.

You can't quite see his face, but you can faintly make out the scowl he's giving you. Claire's voice can be heard from nearby behind you, sounding to be getting closer with each word,

"y/n! We're over here! Come play." Suddenly claire is next to you, grabbing your hand and helping lead you away from the brooding boy.

Claire and bronwyn had invited you outside to the garden to play with them, they loved playing imaginary games, pretending to be princesses or mermaids or knights, and you were always their favorite person to play with, as Emma was always with Jake and olive preferred staying inside. They never made you feel like you were a burden, given your poor eyesight, every day for an hour or two after lunch you'd be outside in the garden with them having imaginary battles or pretend tea parties, and it always made your day. Especially on the days that enoch wouldn't hold his tongue around you.

"I found her! She almost ran into enoch!" Claire says as they reach bronwyn, letting go of your hand and bouncing over to sit next to her.

You follow, taking careful steps and sitting in a circle with the two younger girls.

"We should be pirates today!" Bronwyn exclaims excitedly.

"No, I wanted to be princesses!" Claire says back stubbornly.

"We did that yesterday! We're doing pirates today! Right y/n? It's my turn to pick!" Bronwyn says, sounding upset.

"Bronwyn is right claire, it's her turn, we can do princesses tomorrow, okay?" You say softly, seeing the silhouettes of both of them looking at you expectantly. You can hear claire sigh but she doesn't protest.

The three of you work out a storyline and the roles, Bronwyn was of course the captain while you and claire were her trusty crew members. You'd be sailing to an island to steal hidden treasure.

For about 30 minutes, things are going well, you all are running around running from pretend angry rival pirates, until you accidentally get too far away from the clear space they had established as their play place for your safety. You get near some trees, not realizing yet that you have gone to far, and something snags your foot. You can feel your heart drop as you lose your balance, feeling sharp pain digging into your skin after you fall. You hadn't quite hit the ground, and after a few moments of wriggling and feeling sharp thorns pricking you, you realize you had fallen into a thorn bush.

"Oh my- are you okay?!" Bronwyns voice says suddenly, sounding concerned.

You turn your head, seeing her silhouette standing a few feet away.

Before you can respond she blurts out

"Wait here!! Im going to get miss peregrine!"

You wriggle again, trying to free yourself from the thorns but only getting yourself more snagged, gasping in pain as the thorns prick your skin.

After a few moments you hear heavy footsteps, too heavy to be claire or Bronwyn, and you assume that miss peregrine has come to the rescue.

But as gentle hands slowly lift your arm from the entanglement, you smell a faint aroma of chemicals, dirt, and worn down cologne. That isn't miss peregrine, is it,, enoch? Gently he untangles you and lifts you from the thorn bush.

"Are you okay? This looks like it hurts" he says gruffly after setting you on the soft grass.

You look up at him, faintly seeing his blurry face, he looks to be,, worried?

You nod gently, feeling deeply embarrassed and slightly nervous by his presence.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up, okay?" His voice sounds reluctant, but you can hear a hint of worry, or care, or something other than hate hidden behind the irritated tone.

You feel him help lift you up, one arm around your waist and one holding your arm around his neck.

You give in to his guidance, partially because you know you need the help, and partially because you've always wanted to be this close to him.

"Thank you" you whisper softly as he walks you to the house. You hadn't yet noticed the sharp stinging in your knees, but as you walk the pain becomes more noticeable. You grimace softly, stopping abruptly to graze your knees with your fingertips, flinching at the pain and feeling a wet substance coating your fingers.

"No, don't touch it, you don't want it to get infected" enoch says firmly as he gently nudges you back into walking.

He leads you into the house, helping you settle down on a couch. You can hear his footsteps fading and you're left alone.

Your knees are throbbing in pain now, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, its a familiar faint sting.

You didn't quite know why you were crying, it could be the pain, or the embarrassment, or maybe the shock of the boy you had been silently pining for finally paying you any attention.

"Are you in pain?"

You jump at his voice, you hadn't noticed his footsteps returning.

"Yeah! Im okay!"

You reply quickly, reaching up the quickly wipe your eyes, hissing in pain as your acidic tears sink into one of your scrapes.

He doesn't respond, but he kneels in front of you and you can make out a concerned look on his face.

You can feel him gently take your hand and you feel a cold but relieving sensation over the tear covered scrape.

Little by little he wipes down every cut and scrape with a wet rag, despite your wincing he continues cleaning your wounds silently.

You yelp out in pain as the rag touches one of your knees.

"Shh, you're okay, I'm just cleaning it off"

he whispers.

"Is everything alright?" You hear a calm voice say

You look towards the doorway to see the unmistakable figure of miss peregrine standing.

You nod, looking at her with an expression of embarrassment.

"She had a fall when playing with claire and bronwyn, I'm taking care of it"

Enoch replies

"Very well, come to me if you need anything"

Miss peregrine says softly before walking off.

Enoch continues wiping down your knees, gently holding down your legs to prevent you from pulling away.

"Be still, I'm almost done" he says firmly, moving the rag down to clean the scrapes on your legs.

Once he is finished he sets down the rag and pulls out a first aid kit, you can faintly recognize it, a big red tin box.

You close your eyes as he pulls out gauze and wraps up each of your knees slowly and firmly.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him, sounding a mix of confused and hopeful, secretly wanting him to say he cares for you.

"Claire got me, I didnt want to disappoint her." He says gruffly, his emotion unintelligible.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you try your best not to let it show.

"Is that all?" You ask quietly.

Enoch hesitates for a moment, clearly thinking over what to say.

"I didn't want to see you hurt" he replies, sounding as if he's holding something back.

You accidentally let a sigh of disappointment slip as you sit back.

"Dont do that" he says firmly.

"Why?" Your voice sounds wavy, disappointment clear in your tone.

He doesn't respond, and you sigh again.

"I do,, care about you" he sounds hesitant, but genuine.

You dont respond this time.

"Don't do that, say something." You can't make out his tone, but he sounds kind of,, hurt?

"Do you actually or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" You reply, sounding bitter.

"I do actually!" He snaps.

"Then why do you constantly act like I'm a burden?" You snap back, finally losing your patience with him.

"I- i don't know! I don't know how to act around you!" He shouts. "Maybe you just,, make me feel a way I've never felt before and I don't know what to do about it" he says, quieter, sounding both angry and unsure of himself.

You sit there for a moment, processing his words.

"You mean,, you like me?"

He groans, sounding frustrated.

"Maybe! I dont know! okay? Just don't- don't think anything of it, I'm trying to stop it." He sounds hesitant, as if that's not what he really wants.

Unbeknownst to you, enoch had liked you ever since he laid eyes on you. You made him nervous in a way he had never felt before, he loved it and hated it at the same time. So instead of trying to get close to you, he acted like he hated you, it was easier than facing his real feelings, ones he had never had to deal with before.

"You don't have to you know" you whisper.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his voice sounding strained.

You take a deep breath and reply in a voice barely above a whisper, "I like you too."

He goes silent, presumably in disbelief.

"You're not messing with me right? That's not fair."

He says, sounding uncertain.

"I'm not messing with you, I'm being honest!" You says defensively.

"Okay okay! I believe you, but what do we do now?" He says back, sounding frustrated again.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" You ask quietly.

",,can I try something? You can say no" he whispers.

You nod, trying to make out his face through your blurry vision.

His face suddenly gets closer to yours, and for once you can make out his features, you can feel his warm hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, and you nod again.

He leans in closer, seemingly nervous and unsure, so you take your chances and lean into him, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. At first the kiss seems unsure, but as you both lean into it, it turns to a sweet, deep kiss.

As you pull away after a few moments, you can faintly see his flushed face, looking starstruck.

"I- let me continue bandaging you up" he whispers, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smile, finally at peace knowing you hadnt been pining over him for so long for nothing.

[dragonsdendoodles]

Hey look I wrote another thing! And this one comes with a whole page of sketches from like December!!! Because that’s not even CLOSE to how long I sit on these things before I actually finish them!

Seriously I have like 20 drafts I haven’t posted and I honest to god started this fic last May. When I say I have a backlog I mean some of these are from 2022 please help I have so many drafts and not nearly enough time

[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.

read on ao3 read on ffn

[lemons-bittersweet]

Erm so this is a story thing where you can leave suggestions for me to write

There’s seven main movies/books I’ll do but you can leave messages for me to see if I’ll know them ig if that makes sense 😭

My main seven are

The outsiders (Movie and book)

The breakfast club

The karate kid

Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children

Titanic

The black phone

Scream

There’s about 17 different ways I’ll write like drabbles and oneshots and so on which is listed in the post.

[painted-lemon]

so ive seen a lot of posts saying somthing along the lines of "(enter song here) is the perfect Enorace ship song, and there all fine and dandy, but i feel like yall are missing the obvious

like im still not sure about this ship but come on (its growing on me fast thogh ngl there are some good fanfics out there, im looking at you @dragonsdendoodles )

[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.

[berryazule]

May I please ask for a fic/headcanons about how Enoch O'Connor would act with a (female) reader who deeply loves him, but doesn't feel worthy of his love and support?

Becasue I just know that he would be really devoted to his love interest, but what if the reader has like a mental illness (Autism/ ADS/ Depression/ Anxiety)?

Thank you so much! It would really mean a lot to me 💕

So i'm not sure whether you wanted a modern reader or an original loop reader

But the original loop reader allows more ideas so that's what I went with

Anyway

Enoch and you have been together since you arrived in Miss P’s loop

And he definitely saw you as a tid bit odd

Always having weird responses to certain things and specific ways of going about things

But it became his absolute favourite thing about you

As no one else does it

It's just a you thing and he finds it the sweetest

Since i'm basing this as though reader is from the older times

There is definitely some apprehension regarding any type of mental illness

But he has since learned to get over it when you got together

However there are times when you wonder if that's really the case

Like all people you have bad days

But sometimes they seem so much worse than normal

And you can never fully grasp why you feel the way you do and it is something so frustrating it can put you to tears

Enoch is always there to help you through

When he finds out you feel unworthy he feels to distressed for you

He understands exactly where the apprehension stems from and feels as though he could have done more to help

He pushes any self-loathing to the side though when he can sense you becoming worse

He most definitely will build a perfect routine for any type of situation ou face

He just always has the perfect solution

But at the end of each bad day

He is there reminding you that he will forever love you

No matter what

The End <3

(Hope you enjoyed it! I tried my best to incorporate the mental illness aspect in a way that meant a variety of people may feel like they can connect to a story)

[swanimagines]

MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Enoch O'Connor

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children or its individual characters, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Suggestions!

by KIT_KAT_lemons This is just a thing where you can leave suggestions in the comments for me to write they can be song fixed one shots or maybe long stories the things that I will write for the tags at the top and the ships also. Words: 241, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Scream (Movies), Titanic (1997), Karate Kid (Movies), The Breakfast Club (1985), The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - Ransom Riggs, The Black Phone (2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Steve Randle, Enoch O'Connor, Horace Somnusson, Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew Clark (Breakfast Club), Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club), Allison Reynolds (Breakfast Club), Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Jack Dawson, Rose DeWitt Bukater, Finney Blake, Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano, Vance Hopper, Bruce Yamada, Griffin Stagg, Billy Showalter | Paperboy Relationships: Johnny Cade/Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis/Steve Randle, Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson, Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, daniel larusso - Relationship, John Bender/Claire Standish, Andrew Clark/Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club), Allison Reynolds/Claire Standish, Billy Loomis/Stu Macher, Stu Macher/Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott/Tatum Riley, Billy Loomis/Sidney Prescott, Jack Dawson/Rose DeWitt Bukater, Vance Hopper/Bruce Yamada, Robin Arellano/Finney Blake Additional Tags: I’ll Take Suggestions, I’ll do song fics, give suggestions, writing ideas, anything via https://ift.tt/9r5MGpq

[frost-queen]

A cat's way (Reader x Enoch O'Connor ft. the cat)

Requested by: @puppysjy ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

A/n: The cat has been changed to a male cause I thought it would be funnier.

Enoch sighed relieved seeing you sit alone by the tree. To be absolutely sure he looked around. Up and down hoping he wouldn’t encounter him. Behind him were Hugh and Fiona playing tag. Claire trying her best to join. Just a bit to his left he saw Olive helping Emma put the squirrel back up in the tree. Yet no annoying thing to be seen. Enoch plastered on a charming smile ready to make his way over to you. He took about three steps till he heard the annoying voice. – “Looking for me?” – Enoch turned his head upwards seeing the cat slide down a branch coming in view.

Enoch’s smile dropped, sighing deep. – “In your dreams furball.” – Enoch mocked back. The cat hissed loud dropping down in front of him. He came to sit down licking his paws. Enoch rolled his eyes at it, moving to go around it. The cat jumped aside blocking his path. It made Enoch groan annoyed, stepping more to the right.

The cat once again blocked his path to you. – “Let me through you furball!” – Enoch called out bothered. The cat licked his paw, then washed it behind his ear. – “If you say please.” – The cat answered plainly. It made Enoch boil, clenching his hand. – “Like hell!” – Enoch called out. The cat shuddered out a chuckle. – “See you getting all worked up over me.” – he responded.

“Y/n!” – Enoch called out having enough of his interruption. You jerked your head in his direction. – “Y/n!” – Enoch repeated waving his arms at you. The cat hissed loud jumping at him. Enoch stumbled backwards onto his back. The cat sitting on his chest. – “Get off!” – Enoch groaned out, wriggling to get the cat off him. The cat hissed again at him, pressing his paw firm onto his chest. – “Mister Fluffzpants.” – you said.

Instantly the cat turned to you, squinting its eyes to give you the sweetest expression. You bend down to pick your cat up. – “Are you playing with Enoch?” – you asked as you moved it close to your chest. Mr. Fluffzpants purred, snuggling his head against you. Enoch moved his upper body up. – “That thing is ferocious.” – he called out with a point. – “Mr. Fluffzpants?” – you answered confused looking down at your sweetest cat.

You pulled him up, pressing his cheek against yours. – “Look at him. He’s the cutest thing ever.” – you said as the cat purred against your cheek. The moment it stared down at Enoch disappeared all signs of cuteness. – “See!” – Enoch said desperately. You walked up to Enoch, offering him your hand. He took it letting you pull him up. You started brushing some dirt off him.

“There all better.” – you said. – “Y/n I…” – Enoch started taking your hand. – “Yes…” – you replied. – “Au!” – Enoch blurted out pulling his hand away from you. Your eyes widened seeing the scratch marks on his hand. – “Mr. Fluffzpants!” – you called out looking sternly at the cat. – “That wasn’t very nice.”

You dropped the cat onto the ground. – “Hey!” – it called out feeling tossed away. – “Oh Enoch does it hurt?” – you asked taking his wounded hand gently into yours. Enoch tried to hide his smile of victory. You carefully touched it as Enoch flinched at the touch. – “He’s exaggerating.” – Mr. Fluffzpants called out. Enoch shook his head trying so hard not to show he actually was. – “Hush Mr. Fluffzpants.” – you said with a dismissive glare.

Enoch stuck his tongue out to the cat behind your back. The cat hissed as you hardened your glare. Mr. Fluffzpants laid down begging for forgiveness. – “Let me tend to you Enoch.” – you spoke taking him with you back to the house. Mr. Fluffzpants got up, narrowing his eyes on Enoch. – “You better sleep with one eye open boy.” – he purred out. He then ran after you as he barely left your side.

You led Enoch inside the pink manor darting out of the way of a running Bronwyn and Horace rushing down the stairs. You crossed over heading into the kitchen. You sat Enoch down by his shoulders on a chair. – “Does it hurt much?” – you asked looking in some cabinets for bandages. Enoch was about to speak when Mr. Fluffzpants hopped onto the counter. He glared at Enoch, tilting his head to the side. Enoch gulped nervously.

“Uhm...not so much anymore.” – he answered. You found some bandages noticing Mr. Fluffzpants. – “You behave.” – you said. – “As always.” – he answered lowering his head in a bow. You cleaned his wound and put a bandage on it. – “Perhaps a kiss?” – Enoch said boldly offering you his hand. – “Perhaps not.” – Mr. Fluffzpants called out. You smiled touching Enoch’s nose. – “You are teasing me.” – you spoke as Enoch smiled nervously at his missed opportunity.

You rubbed Mr. Fluffzpants on his head before heading out. – “I’d watch your back O’Connor.” – The cat said showing him his claws. Enoch puffed loud. – “You better watch yours furball!” – he responded getting up. – “When you are dead I’ll toy with your body for funs.” – Enoch called out before darting out of the kitchen.

The cat gasped loud. – “You foul monster!” – Mr. Fluffzpants shouted dipping down the counter onto the ground. – “I shall have your eyes scratched out. Playing with your guts like a ball of wool!” – he shouted standing in the hallway. Miss Peregrine who had just left her study, cleared her throat. Mr. Fluffzpants chuckled nervously, dipping his head down. Miss Peregrine watched him run off like a scaredy cat. On his way he knocked over a jar. It crashed down, glass shattering around.

The cat gasped loud, stopping briefly in his tracks with a raised paw. Miss Peregrine’s eyebrow rose higher. The cat rushed up the stairs. Darting between Millard’s walking shoes. Millard nearly tripped over the cat. Mr. Fluffzpants kept looking over his shoulder hoping Miss Peregrine wouldn’t follow him. He jumped into a room, jumping onto Enoch’s lap. – “What are you doing?” – Enoch called out. – “She’s coming.” – he said scared plopping of his lap. – “I need hiding.” – Mr. Fluffzpants rushed through his room towards the shelves.

Enoch got up moving over to his shelves. – “No! Get out!” – he called out trying to catch the cat by his tail as it jumped from shelf to shelf. Enoch’s eyes widened as one of his jars toggled over. He was able to catch it in time making him sigh relieved. Mr. Fluffzpants jumped on Enoch hearing footsteps in the corridor. – “Who is it?” – Enoch asked feeling the cat’s tail draped over his shoulder. – “The bird.” – he whispered lowering himself.

“Miss P.” – Enoch gasped out as the cat hid in his sweater. Enoch squirmed as it tickled him. Mr. Fluffzpants moved to his back, grabbing onto his shirt underneath his sweater. There was a knock on Enoch’s door as it made them both gasp. The door opened as Enoch and the cat feared the worst. – “Hi Enoch.” – Enoch sighed relieved as it was only Olive. – “Hi Olive.” – he responded pulling his sweater open by his back. – “Now get off!” – Enoch insisted wiggling his back to get the cat off. Olive stared confused at the display.

She blinked confused when Mr. Fluffzpants dropped onto the ground. The cat hissed at Enoch. – “I saved your catty life!” – he called out. Mr. Fluffzpants bowed his head. It then rushed out of the room past Olive. – “Are you two getting along?” – she asked curious. – “No.” – Enoch responded loudly. – “Not even a little bit?” – she continued sweetly. – “We are not friends.” – Enoch declared. Mr. Fluffzpants made his way to your room as you were there to his surprise.

“Oh where have you been.” – you asked as the cat jumped onto your nightstand. – “You don’t want to know.” – he answered. He lifted his head up as you scratched his neck. – “Do you want a belly rub Mr. Fluffzpants?” – you asked. The cat hopped onto your lap, rolling over. – “You don’t have to say that twice.” – he purred moving a bit with his paws. You smiled rubbing his belly. You sighed soft staring into the distance. Mr. Fluffzpants rolled over, setting his paw against your chest, standing upright.

“What is it owner.” – he asked curious. You gave him a faint smile as he already knew what you were thinking off. – “Don’t think of that boy.” – he called out patting your nose with his soft paw. – “I can’t help it.” – you answered. – “You have me. You needn’t need anyone else. Never had.” – Mr. Fluffzpants reminded you. – “I know… but having Enoch around makes me feel something Fluffz.” – you answered. Mr. Fluffzpants lowered itself on your lap once more. Claire came knocking on your door telling you that diner was ready. After diner were you outside.

Walking a bit around as Mr. Fluffzpants was near you. Guarding you like he always had. He jumped, narrowing his eyes. – “Not a chance.” – he said to Enoch, stopping him from taking another step. Enoch sighed deep. – “Let me have a moment with her.” – he begged. – “No!” – Mr. Fluffzpants answered grumpy. – “I…you owe me for letting you hide from Miss P!” – Enoch let out to blackmail the cat. The cat turned his head rudely. – “That was hardly any saving. It was only Olive.” – he answered dismissively.

Enoch smirked. – “Then you wouldn’t mind me telling Miss P where you are so she can have you clean up your mess.” – he expressed with vanity. The cat remained silent looking anxious around. – “What cat caught your tongue?” -   Enoch pressed on. The cat gave him a side-eye for such a stupid comment. Then it sighed loud, sitting down. – “Fine, but only because you please my owner.” – he said, tail swishing over the grass.

“Thank you.” – Enoch said. – “Don’t mention it.” – Mr. Fluffzpants answered. Enoch walked passed the cat over to you. The cat turned watching from afar how Enoch met up with you. Seeing the joy in your eyes upon seeing him. – “Perhaps not so bad after all.” – he muttered with a smile. – “What was that cat?” – Mr. Fluffzpants meowed loud jumping out of his skin.

Panting he looked up to seeing Olive suddenly stand by him. – “Nothing!” – he groaned out annoyed. Olive bend down to him. – “Don’t worry I won’t tell a soul.” – she winked knowing the two of them warming up to each other. Olive left as Mr. Fluffzpants laid himself down in the grass, keeping a watchful eye on you from afar. Just like he always had.

---------------------------------------------

Read more of my fics on my Masterlists!  

[stanzo75]

Intro to my account!!

- I am a mainly mphfpc account!!

- I write, draw, edit, and just post anything mphfpc related :3

- below I'm going to be explaining what I do and don't write, draw, or edit for 🫶

- I HAVE COMPLETELY OPEN REQUESTS!!

I write for mainly enoch o'connor!!

I do NOT write for any of the characters under 16 in both books and movie, so I will not write for enoch in the books.

I don't write for anything like cnc or sa, kidnapping, murder, or just anything that is morally wrong.

I will NOT write for inappropriate ships, for example, enoch x claire (which i have unfortunately seen before and it is disgusting) nor will I write for ships of the younger children (under 16), this includes book enoch x horace or movie hugh x fiona.

Other than that, feel free to request any drawings, fics, or edits of the older mphfpc peculiars or ships 🫶

I will also create content for finlay macmillan or the other older mphfpc actors<3

[dragonsdendoodles]

Hey

Hey guys

I wrote

It’s very gay

I think the fluffiest I have ever written

Okay back to my endless folder of drafts bye byeeee

[beardedskeletonempathranch]

I'm still waiting for a crack fic where the protagonist is a bad bitch, acts like a bad bitch and dress like a bad bitch. Kinda like in Euphoria, Maddy Perez vibes yk?

Trust me, if a baddie showed up in Forks or had a love story with Enoch O'Connor that would be so fucking hilarious like- this bitch takes no one's shit and will fuck you up the second you try to mess with her.

"You a vampire? Bitch please sit your ugly constipated translucid ass down or imma slap the shit out if you"

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Dear Victor (Chap 9)

(Jacob POV, 1184 words,

as i was writing this all I could think of was that Miss Keisha vine which is hilarious bc I never used vine lmfao

the title may be funny but this chapter does kinda hurt

not as bad as the next one (which is 3.5k words) but still ow)

(previously called Victor? Victor? Oh my fuckin' god, he fuckin' dead)

chapter 1 chapter 10

“He wanted you to tell me everything!” I called after Miss P as she stormed out of the kitchen. Since she didn’t seem likely to come back right after making it obviously clear that she was not going to tell me anything, I turned around to head towards the hall, immediately running into Enoch.

He sighed, Olive looking worried over his shoulder. “How frustrating for you,” he said in that infuriating accent of his. “Between Miss Peregrine’s rules and my housemates’ little pact not to scare you off, it’s like… no one’s telling you anything!”

Since I was already in a bit of a mood, I couldn’t help myself from leaning in and demanding, “Well, why don’t you then? It’s not like you want me here.”

“Enoch, you can’t,” Olive begged. “You promised.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Olive’s right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though.” He tilted his head slightly, “Want to meet him?”

Olive chased him all the way upstairs, grabbing him by the arm when they reached the landing. “Enoch, don’t do this! Please!”

“You want to spend time with me and Jacob, we can all play together, that’s what you said.” Olive moved to block the door at the end of the hall. He sighed once more, “Well, here we all are. Move , Olive.”

“If you’re going to be like that, then I don’t want to be your friend.” Olive sounded hurt as she pushed past the two of us to go to what was, presumably, her room.

Fiona saw Olive run off and rushed out of another bedroom. “Enoch! Leave Victor alone, it really upsets Bronwyn,” she hesitated for a second, before glancing at me and continuing, “and Freya.”

“Oh, stop fussing, Fiona. Don’t you think Jacob should meet everybody?” He leaned down and placed his hands on her shoulders as he talked.

“He’s trying to frighten you away, Jake,” she said, turning to me as much as she could with Enoch still holding her shoulders. “He was always jealous of Abe and now he’s jealous of you. Come and play with us instead!”

I nervously glanced between Fiona and Enoch, who was now standing there with his arms crossed, looking more than a little pissed off. “I’d-I’d quite like to meet Victor,” I admitted.

“Who’d like to meet Victor the Asshat?” someone mumbled sleepily from a doorway down the hall.

It seemed all the arguing had woken Freya up from a nap and she was now leaning on the doorframe to Enoch’s room, yawning and blearily wiping her eyes. Both Fiona and Enoch seemed surprised that she had woken up while I was more surprised that she had managed to fall asleep in the forty-five minutes since I last saw her.

“Freya! You can’t call Victor that, Bronwyn’s right there!” Fiona whisper-yelled to her as she pointed angrily at the room she had run out of earlier.

Freya merely blinked at her tiredly. “My question still stands.”

“It’s nothing, Frey. Jacob here just wants to meet everyone in the loop. Go back to bed, you didn’t sleep much last night.” Enoch sounded worried and I could tell that it was taking everything in him not to rush over to her and make sure she was alright.

She wiped her eyes one more time before grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and tying her loose hair into a bun. “‘M awake now, might as well get the practice in.”

Practice? What practice? She raises the dead, what practice would she need with Victor, who last I checked, is very much alive?

Fiona shook her head at us as she walked back into the room with the others as Freya walked over to us.

“Frey, you don’t have to. I’ve got this—,” he started.

“Noch, I have to get over this eventually, it’s been how many years? Sixty-something? It’s not healthy for me to be stewing in this for this long. This will do me some good, long-term at least. Might mess me up for a while short-term,” she laughed.

“But right now? You only just started to accept Mi—”

“Noch, if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“Okay, but will you at least tell me if it gets too much? I’ll take over and you can rest for a minute.”

“Promise”

“Seriously?”

“On my sister’s grave , I promise to let you take over if I need a break in any way, shape or form.”

She turned back to the door we were crowded around and muttered “Well, here goes nothing,” tension visible in every muscle in her body. Enoch put a steadying hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly as she turned the doorknob and walked in.

Enoch parted the curtains around the bed as Freya pulled out a jar from the nearby dresser drawer. She unscrewed the lid and carefully walked to Enoch’s side, kneeling down beside the bed.

“Uh, hello, Victor,” I began. “I’m Jake, I’m sorry to disturb—”

Victor wasn’t moving. Or breathing. And he had no eyes. I glanced at the other two and the jar Freya was holding and realized it held a heart.

Holy fuck, I thought, Victor’s dead. Holy shit, he doesn’t have eyes just like—

I took a nervous step back.

“Yeah, he can’t hear you,” Enoch said.

“You know, pretty hard for the dead to hear the living without being raised,” joked Freya, but her shoulders were steadily climbing towards her ears and her jaw was clenched as she stared at Victor.

Enoch separated the curtains around his bed more and nodded at Freya. She took a deep breath in and pulled out the heart with some tweezers. She carefully pulled back the perfectly pressed bedsheets and opened the buttons on his shirt, slipping the heart under and into his chest.

She pulled back her hand and put down the tweezers before putting it back on top of his shirt.

“C’mon Vic, don’t make this any harder than it has to be for me. Stop being stubborn and get up already.

“Wake up, Vic, please .” Her voice broke slightly on the last word and Enoch moved his hand onto her back to steady her.

Faintly, I heard him mutter, “Do you need me to take over?” and she shook her head as she continued to will Victor to life once more.

After nearly a minute and silent, frustrated tears sliding down Freya’s cheeks, he sat up.

“Hello, Jake,” both Freya’s and Victor’s heads tilted as he spoke, Victor mirroring Freya’s movements exactly. “I’m Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?”

I’d love to say that that was the fastest I had ever run out of a room in years but unfortunately, I ran out just as fast yesterday.

As I ran down the stairs, I heard the door to Victor’s room close and two pairs of footsteps walk down the hall.

“Ah, there you are,” said Miss P. “Are Enoch and Freya with you? It’s time for our daily walk?”

chapter 8

[tomouraline]

Ba-dump.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit…

Ba-dump.

 drew @a-tad-bit-peculiar‘s fic !! its rlly beautiful i recommend <3