#enoch o'connor x reader

[unkn0wn-writing]

Enoch O'Connor x G/N Reader Summary: You get a headache during a day in the loop. Enoch has to go check on you. He's... debatably caring? Warnings: Headaches? Word Count: 1k Notes: None

You’d think that being in a loop would stop some consistencies in life. Headaches. Illnesses. Pains. You get into a loop as you are and you remain that way. Forever. As it turns out, that isn’t what happens. Instead, what happens is you can still get headaches and ill and pains. Your body remains as it is in terms of how old you were when you joined, but everything else can change. Your mind. Your style. Personality. Headaches. Illnesses. Pains. Headaches. You’ve got a headache and it’s just so there that it’s annoying. It grasps at your brain, your skull, dragging it along and hitting against each hurdle rather than missing them. Moving is a pain. Laying down is a pain. Anything - anything - is a pain. More moving than anything. You go to do something and your vision swims and dances around you, twisting and turning with everything you do.

Perhaps it’s not just a headache, then. Or it might be. Hm. You haven’t been able to do much without the searing pain and annoyance from it. You’d been able to do your regular chores and that around Miss Peregrines’ loop. Everything you typically do in the morning, until you could slip away after lunch and hide in the dim, dark hideout you call your room. You’ve stayed there since. Hidden away from everyone else in the loop, remaining in the place you consider a safe haven. For just a minute. Just until the headache passes. … You could have checked if Miss Peregrine had painkillers. They do exist here, right? They should. You should have checked earlier, to see if there’s any painkillers in the loop, so that the pain goes away, and you can go on about the rest of the day. Until the pain comes back. Then more would need to be taken. And it’d be like that until the headache is finally gone. Or you could try water. No, it’s not a headache caused by a lack of water. You’d been decent at drinking enough (more than enough, actually). Why won’t it just go away? It’s not even like you could fall asleep, the pain coming from your head keeping you awake through the night. And having to watch the loop restart (not that it has to be watched, you just all do it. Habit, probably). Creaking floorboards draw you out of your thoughts and into the present moment, alerting you to another person's presence. How long have you been thinking for? How long had you been lay in bed for? Probably should have told someone to tell everyone else to leave you alone, to suffer in peace. Too bad; it’s too late now and someone’s probably come to fetch you. Hindsight is 2020. They might not have been sent, though. Perhaps they’re just… doing their own thing (your luck isn’t that good). More floorboards creak as the person moves around. They’re on your floor, that much you can tell from how loud the noise is and how it’s echoing about the space - drawing closer to your room. No one knocks on your door, but it opens, swinging on its hinges as the person steps in. Light comes in from the hallway and bathes your room in its warm glow. You’re just out of reach of the light, but it still burns your eyes. Turning away from it, you smother your face in your pillow. The person steps into the room and stands over you. Looming just over your bed. “Get up,” he states. Enoch. “Miss Peregrine sent me to get you, so get up.” “No.” Your voice is muffled from the pillow as you speak, but he still hears you. “Don’t be stubborn.” “Leave me to die in peace.” “You’re not dying, don’t be dramatic-” “I might just be. Call someone for help.” “Stop with the dramatics and just get up.” He doesn’t receive a reply. Maybe if you do nothing he’ll give up and leave you be. Or you could ask him to get you some painkillers and end your suffering. But he’d probably ask questions then. So is it worth it? A thump of pain from your head tells you that, yes, perhaps it is worth it to put up with the questions just to end this pain for a while.

“My head is killing me. Leave me for a bit,” you manage to mutter out. He remains silent, not saying anything in response to your statement for seconds that draw into a minute. Then two. Then more. One of the floorboards in your room creaks, his footsteps leaving your room. Door closing behind him. Your body relaxes as he’s finally gone. Explaining hadn’t been too bad. Means he can leave you alone. And everyone else in the loop will as well. Remaining lay in your bed, head in the pillow and breathing slowly, you slip away from the world. Letting darkness wrap around, tugging you into some sort of rest. The door reopens and you keep an exasperated noise inside yourself. Something is placed on your night stand. Glancing up reveals it’s a cup of water and in a hand sits two pills. Following the hand to the body reveals Enoch staring down at you, eyes narrowed at you. “Take them,” he states. “They poison?” “You’ll never know.” At your expression, he shakes his head. Perhaps you shouldn’t trust him. But, you take the pills, shakily sitting up. He observes you as you drink some of the water, taking the pills at the same time. “Better?” he asks. “They don’t work that quickly.” “They might.” “They don’t.” He shrugs, settling himself on the edge of your bed. “You can go.” “How cold. You don’t want me here?” “You don’t seem the type to want to stay around other people.” He shrugs, not going to dispute it, but also not going to leave. Deciding it’s better to just not argue with him, you settle back down to sleep, eyes slipping closed and a slow breath leaving you. Slow, the darkness wraps around you again, silence draping itself across your body in a blanket. The headache remains for a little while longer, painkillers working slowly, but it seems that Enoch remains as the bed doesn’t shift.

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Enoch o'connor mood board/collage I adore the dead riser (movie ver)

[cece693]

HELLOUUUUU I LOVE LOVE THE NEW FICSS may i request an enoch x male reader where he gets really jealous so he locks? the reader in a room? 😭 if not , enoch taking care of sick reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hello, so I really have been leaning toward this fandom for sometime, but didn't know what to write about, so I thank you for these ideas. Couldn't decide between the two, so I'll write both.

Locked Inside

tags: jealous enoch, he's literally a cat, you can't change my mind, reader was written with a male in mind but it can literally also be gender neutral

You don’t think much of it when Enoch’s eyes narrow at you across the sitting room. He’s been that way all day—drawn into himself, fidgeting with the small homunculus he created just that morning, and wearing the most obvious pout. At first, you suspect he’s just having another one of those days where irritability is his default mode. But after dinner, he guides you by the hand upstairs.

You’re so used to letting him lead you that you don’t notice, at first, where exactly he’s taking you. Only after he closes his bedroom door and you hear the lock click do you spin around, confusion written all over your face. “Enoch?” you say, placing a hand gently on the doorknob. “Is there a reason the door’s locked?”

He looks at you—dark eyes flickering with swirling emotions. “I didn’t want you leaving.”

The small, powerless click of the lock feels more like Enoch’s own heart snapping into place than anything threatening. You’ve seen him moody and sarcastic, but this? This is different. He’s shifting from foot to foot like he’s not sure if he wants to come closer or retreat entirely. It reminds you of a cat that can’t decide if it wants to be in your lap or stalk off with its tail in the air.

Your eyebrows lift in mild concern. “Not that I’m complaining about alone time, but what’s going on?”

He glares at the space between you both. “I saw you laughing with Hugh earlier,” he says softly. “And you gave him that new scarf to try on. You were talking so happily…then you went with Emma and Claire to pick flowers. You just—You haven’t spent any time with me all day.”

The jealousy in his voice is heartbreakingly obvious. You can’t help but smile a little, despite the pinch of guilt in your chest. “That doesn’t mean I like them more than you,” you say gently.

Enoch scoffs, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Well, you might as well,” he mutters. “I can’t compete with them. They’re…they’re nicer. Or at least more—well—charismatic than I am.” He looks away, swallowing. “Why would you bother with me when they’re so much easier to be around?”

Softening, you cross the few steps that separate you, then slowly ease your arms around his waist. He stiffens for only a second before he gives in, letting out a breath he’s been holding. He nuzzles his forehead near your collarbone, almost as if he’s trying to hide.

“Enoch.” You lift one hand to brush his hair back from his forehead. He’s tense in your arms, shoulders wound tight. “I don’t want easier, or nicer, or more charismatic. I want you.” You feel him release a slight tremor of relief when you say that. “I enjoy being around the others, sure, but you have something that no one else does. You see things differently, and you don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You’re my Enoch.”

He shifts again—pushing his face against your shoulder. It’s almost catlike, the way he leans and subtly demands your touch. “You’re sure?” he asks, voice half-muffled. “You’re not just saying that?”

You tilt his chin up, making him meet your eyes. “I’m absolutely sure.” You watch as the tension in his features slowly uncoils. “As for locking the door…” you tease gently, “I guess I can forgive you this time, but maybe next time, you can just ask to spend time with me without barricading me in a room.”

His cheeks flush pink. “I just…didn’t want to risk you saying no.” He tries to sound nonchalant, but he’s clearly embarrassed. You only smile.

“Enoch, if you want me, all you have to do is tell me,” you say. “I promise, I’ll want to spend time with you—no question.” Enoch slowly cracks a small, genuine smile. The sight feels like a warm beam of sunlight in the dusty gloom of his usual expressions. He tugs you to his bed, encouraging you to sit, and then promptly curls up beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder as if you’re his personal pillow.

You run a reassuring hand up and down his arm, content and comfortable as he snuggles closer. All at once, the locked door doesn’t feel confining—it feels safe, a private cocoon for the two of you. You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves your lips when he hooks a leg over yours to keep you in place, making his possessiveness known. You only pull him closer, pressing your cheek gently against his hair.

Personal Nurse

tags: enoch cares, enoch becomes nurse, grumpy to others but melts around you, pre-relationship, gender neutral

Somewhere in the timeless hush of Miss Peregrine’s loop, the air feels heavier, more oppressive than usual. You notice it first when you wake with a dull ache in your bones, head throbbing and throat tight. Being peculiar never guaranteed perfect health, and the cold that grips you is proof enough. By afternoon, you’re reduced to a shivery bundle under covers in your assigned bedroom, nose runny and eyelids drooping with fatigue.

You’re dimly aware of the others bustling outside your door—Millard’s telltale footprints, Emma’s quiet knocks to ask if you need anything, Bronwyn’s booming concern. But after an hour or so, their voices fade, and a different presence appears.

“Oi, you awake?” Enoch’s soft voice, laced with uncertainty, drifts across the room. You push aside your swirling thoughts and look up. He’s standing near your door, balancing a cup of tea and a small bowl of soup on a tray. It’s a comical sight—Enoch, usually snarky and uninterested, meticulously carrying sustenance. He wrinkles his nose as if the whole act embarrasses him. Without meeting your eyes, he sets the tray on your nightstand, pulling a chair closer.

You blink in surprise. “Enoch? Did…did Miss Peregrine send you?”

“No,” he mumbles, crossing his arms but not quite managing his usual scowl. “I just… Millard said you were coughing up a lung. I figured I’d see if you needed something. Don’t look at me like that.”

A chuckle rattles in your chest, turning into a small cough. You cover your mouth quickly and watch Enoch’s eyes widen with momentary concern. “Here,” he says, ignoring your amusement, “drink the tea. Get some liquid in you so you don’t keel over.”

As you take the teacup, your hand brushes his. He flinches—startled by the heat of your skin—and sets his palm against your forehead with unexpected gentleness. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, brow furrowed. “Idiot. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Didn’t realize it was this bad,” you admit, voice scratchy and weak. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Enoch tries to scowl, but it flickers at the edges and melts into something softer. “Don’t apologize. Just get better,” he mutters. Then he straightens with renewed resolve. “Anyway, Miss P said I should check your fever. So.” He presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. “I’m just—uh—helping.”

You can’t hide your fond smile as he fusses over you. His movements are gentle, minutely precise, yet laced with his brand of awkward care. You sip the tea, feeling warmth spread through your aching chest, and Enoch continues to hover, eventually picking at the fabric of your blanket like a fidgety cat. By mid-afternoon, word spreads. Hugh and Fiona stand by the open door, peeking in with wide eyes as Enoch shuffles a blanket around your shoulders.

“Aww,” Hugh can’t help but tease, “look at Nurse Enoch go.”

You see Enoch stiffen instantly. His posture changes from gentle caretaker to defensive cynic in a heartbeat. “Shut it,” Enoch snaps, turning his glare on the onlookers. “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Now get out if you're just going to stare.” A bit flustered, Fiona quickly ushers Hugh away, casting you an apologetic smile. The moment they leave, Enoch’s shoulders lose some of their tension, and he gently tucks the blanket around you again.

“Don’t mind them,” you offer, voice hoarse but understanding. “They’re just surprised. You’re normally…well, not exactly Florence Nightingale.”

He huffs, lips pursed. “I don’t do this for anyone else.” The admission is so quiet you barely catch it. “Besides, you’re the one with a fever. If it were me, you’d—”

“I’d do the same,” you finish confidently, smiling up at him.

A flicker of relief lights his eyes. He lingers beside your bed, unsure what to do with his hands now that he’s been ‘caught’ being tender. Finally, with a dismissive sigh, he grabs the chair and pulls it close. “You should sleep,” Enoch says, voice just above a whisper.

“I’m not that tired anymore, actually,” you protest, but another wave of exhaustion weighs on you. You slump back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering. Enoch runs a hesitant hand across your forehead, checking the damp cloth, and you catch a glimpse of genuine concern in his eyes. Despite his usual grumbling exterior, his touch is cool and mindful, lulling you into a comforting haze.

“I’ll wake you if anything changes,” he says, and you know he’s talking about your fever. Slowly, you nod, letting your eyes drift closed. You sense him fiddling with something at your bedside. Then, you feel the gentle ghost of movement as he tugs the covers more snugly around your shoulders and settles in the chair. Through the haze of half-sleep, you feel strangely safe.

When you wake a few hours later, the early afternoon light has softened in the windows. Enoch is still there, arms crossed, dozing lightly. The tray on your nightstand has a fresh pitcher of water, and a half-folded note from Miss Peregrine reads something about rest and medication. Unable to hide a grin, you reach out and lightly tap Enoch’s arm. He startles awake with a snort. “You alright?” he blurts, voice thick with sleep.

You nod, your own voice a little steadier. “Feeling a bit better, actually.” A slight pause. “Thank you.”

His cheeks tint with the barest hint of pink. “You’d do the same,” he repeats quietly, eyes avoiding yours in that shy, defensive Enoch way. He stands up, briskly adjusting the damp cloth on your forehead. Then he stands by the door, not quite leaving yet. “Do you need anything else?” he mumbles, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Just you,” you say, your smile warm. “I mean—your company, I mean.”

He catches the meaning, and for a second, a tiny smirk lifts the corners of his mouth. He exhales, stepping back inside. “Fine. I suppose I can keep watch a bit longer,” he says, like it’s a big inconvenience. Yet he makes no move to leave your side—pulling up the chair, leaning forward with elbows on knees, eyes resting on you. For all his scowling and snapping remarks, he can’t quite keep the softer concern out of his gaze. And you can’t help but feel grateful that, for at least a moment, Enoch has let himself be your personal nurse. Even if he might deny it later.

[rannapie86]

Enoch O’Connor/reader headcannons!

• When no ones around they will slow dance to the records they have, he always lets her choose which one

• She chooses the same one everytime but he doesn’t mind, that’s their song

• Reader makes him wash his hands strictly before and after even going near his homunculi much to his annoyance

• Reader always sits on his lap/straddles him in a bear hug on his chair while he’s trying to work

• Miss P knows that he can have especially bad days sometimes, so every now and again she will excuse him and y/n and allow them to skip dinner or the movie so that Enoch can relax

• He still doesn’t like going outside so he will literally just sit as the kitchen window completely still and watch y/n for hours

• On the rare occasion he decided to go outside Claire forced him to play tag, which led to y/n finding him face down in a bush as he wasn’t used to running and tripped almost immediately

• y/n never let that go.

• He keeps an old fashioned printed picture (like the ones Abe had) of y/n on him at all times, it was her sleeping and Emma had taken the picture but he stole it for himself.

• They share a room as y/n was the only one he was willing to share a room with and they were running out of space so Miss P begrudgingly allowed it.

• Despite what it seems Miss P actually does like them together, noting that Enoch was much happier with her around.

• Enoch has a childlike wonder for your peculiarity and makes you do it/use it multiple times a day.

• He is a gentleman, as this was the norm for his time, he is always well kept, holds doors, will tie the readers shoes etc.

• y/n and him will often sit on the edge of the island where Millard was killed and just look out at the sea, fantasizing out loud to eachother what it would be like to grow old, listing things they would do and see for hours

• Enoch wanted children a lot, that was always his plan, when you came along you both unintentionally became parents to Claire and Bronwyn.

• Claire and Bronwyn started calling Enoch and y/n mum and dad. They thought it was so sweet and loved imagining themselves as married and with children.

• Enoch was almost distraught every time he thought about how he could never actually marry y/n. He decided he would make do and they had a small silly ceremony officiated by Miss P, in their heads they are husband and wife.

FREAKY

• Enoch again being a gentleman would court you properly and waited a LONG time to do anything despite y/n’s unrelenting pleas, he was scared she would think he was using her.

• Neither of you had done anything before so you learned everything together very slowly.

• However, once you knew what you were doing you couldn’t stop, still having teenage hormones you were never off of eachother, Miss P having to reprimand you many times as you were often late for meals and such.

• Pregnancy was not a problem because of the loop so there were no restraints

• Enoch would be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to fuck you so well that you did end up pregnant.

• Constant make out sessions whenever you possibly could,

- when you were left alone to do the dishes

- when Miss P excused you from dinner early

- in the dead of night when everyone would be asleep

- as soon as you wake up in the morning before you have to go downstairs

• Sometimes you would decide together to wake up earlier the next day just to have more time for sex

• Somewhat of a noticeable height difference (I pretend he’s 6’2 sue me)

• Always carrying you everywhere

Hope you enjoyed I’ll be doing moreeeee

[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 😿😿

[frost-queen]

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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[missfalcon]

Enoch: I'm going to need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Y/N: Only if you also don't ask why.

Y/N: *pulls out four immaculate human skulls from under the bed*

Enoch:

Enoch: *grabs a skull* This one will do.

[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.

[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?

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Dating Enoch O'Connor Would Include...

From my Wattpad

Warnings: Sexual allusions, not proofed

- Being the only person in the house to see him smile - Stealing his sweaters - You asking him to zip up your dresses - Him obviously helping you - Teaching him to braid your hair - Hand-holding under the table during meals - You convince him to go on walks - And to actually spend time outside - And with the children - Enoch is SUCH a tease - Touching your thigh during dinner - "Enoch..." - "Yes, love?" - "Stop." - "I don't know what you're talking about" - The damn smirk on that boy - Enoch is protective - especially when Jacob shows up - You can't be in the same room as Jacob without Enoch being there too - he just can't risk losing you - You are going outside? Enoch is going too - Going into town? Enoch is coming with you - It does get annoying at times - You got up to use the restroom and so did Enoch - "What are you doing Enoch?" - "Coming with you." - "Enoch, I'm going to the bathroom." - "Oh." - You go to the shore quite often - He loves it when you smile - He smiles when you smile - Miss Peregrine loves you two together - She knew it from the beginning - Even though you had hated each other - She had to set rules once you got together - She caught you two kissing one time - Along with Claire - Enoch was so embarrassed - When Miss Peregrine and the children go on trips to the town, you have the house to yourself - He's like, kinda kinky? - No but really - You have to cover up so many hickeys/bruises - You are so shy when it comes to PDA - Even when it is just you two - Especially when it is just you two - his accent is so hot - him saying your full name?? - DONE. ABSOLUTELY DECEASED - He teaches you how to do stuff - And shows you, many, many things - GoD he's a dom - But he won't do anything you are not comfy with - You two are just so cute together

[roseandxanderfics]

“Graveyard Hearts” - Enoch O’Connor x reader

Summary: You cling to Enoch like he’s the only steady thing in a world that feels too much. He doesn’t understand at first. Then, he doesn’t mind. And then, he realizes—he needs you too.

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Enoch O’Connor isn’t used to being needed—at least, not in the way you need him.

People rely on him, sure. His peculiarity is useful, after all, and Miss Peregrine has a way of making everyone in her home feel like they have a purpose. But needing something and wanting something are two very different things. The others tolerate him, respect him when they have to, but they don’t seek him out for comfort. They don’t linger near him for the sake of being close. They don’t look at him the way you do.

You’re peculiar in more ways than one. Your power—strong, dangerous, barely contained—could shape the world around you if you let it. Miss Peregrine speaks of it with a quiet sort of reverence, a reminder of just how rare your abilities are. Even Enoch, for all his indifference, recognizes that you could probably do more damage than any of them if you wanted to.

And yet, you’re soft.

Painfully shy, always hesitant, always watching. It takes weeks before you speak to him at all, your presence like a shadow at the edges of his vision. You never interrupt his work, never intrude, but you’re there. A silent, nervous little thing, hovering just close enough that he can feel the weight of your attention even when he doesn’t look at you.

At first, he ignores it. He’s used to being avoided, but he doesn’t know what to do with someone who lingers. Someone who seems to prefer his presence despite the fact that he makes no effort to be likable. It’s unsettling.

But then, one afternoon, you finally work up the courage to say something.

“Can I… stay here?”

Your voice is quiet, uncertain, like you expect him to refuse. Like you think you’re being a bother.

Enoch doesn’t look up from his work. The squirrel on his table twitches, limbs jerking in an unnatural way as the heart he placed inside it does its job. He frowns, making a small adjustment before answering.

“Ain’t like I can stop you.”

You don’t brighten exactly—he doubts you ever really do—but there’s something relieved about the way you settle beside him, closer than you’ve ever dared before. He expects you to ask him something about his work, to question the mechanics of his peculiarity like the others always do. But you don’t.

Instead, you reach out, hesitating just for a second before curling your fingers into the fabric of his sleeve. Not enough to pull, not enough to demand his attention—just enough to feel it beneath your hand. Just enough to ground yourself.

Enoch stills.

“Oi,” he mutters, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “What do you think you’re doin’?”

You tense, shrinking slightly, but you don’t let go. Your fingers tighten, gripping just a little firmer, as if you’re bracing for rejection. “Sorry,” you whisper. “I just… I don’t like being alone.”

The words make something twist uncomfortably in his chest. He doesn’t like them. Doesn’t like the way they sound coming from you, all quiet and vulnerable, like you’ve spent too much time convincing yourself you shouldn’t ask for things.

He should shake you off. Make a sarcastic remark. Tell you to bother someone else.

Instead, he exhales through his nose, turning back to his work with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “You’re real clingy, you know that?”

You don’t let go. “I know.”

The worst part? He doesn’t mind.

—

It becomes a habit after that.

You never push. Never demand. But you’re always there. Always seeking him out when the house gets too loud, too crowded, too much. You hover near his table while he works, quiet and content to simply exist in the same space. Sometimes, when the others are too preoccupied to notice, you sit close enough that your arm brushes against his. And on rare occasions, when exhaustion weighs too heavy on your frame, you tuck yourself into his side, resting your head against his shoulder like you trust him not to push you away.

He never does.

—

The attack comes suddenly.

One second, the children are enjoying the rare warmth of a sunny afternoon, sprawled across the grass or playing near the cliffs. The next, the air is thick with shadow. Hollows.

Miss Peregrine shouts, the loop shifting around them as time bends to her will. The others move into position, each of them falling into the roles they’ve rehearsed, using their peculiarities to fend off the creatures. Olive floats higher, dodging a swipe from an inky black tentacle. Hugh releases a swarm of bees. Enoch yanks at his pocket, fishing out a prepared heart and slamming it into the chest of a waiting corpse, forcing it to rise in defense.

But it’s not enough.

There are too many of them. And one—larger than the rest, more monstrous, more intelligent—zeroes in on the group with terrifying speed.

Someone is going to die.

And then everything stops.

A pulse of raw, crackling energy fills the air, heavy enough to steal the breath from their lungs. The Hollow stiffens, limbs locking, body jerking as if caught in invisible chains. A slow, awful sound spills from its throat, something between a hiss and a groan, as if it knows it’s already lost.

Enoch turns his head, heart hammering.

You stand at the center of it all.

Your eyes burn with unnatural light, your hands raised, fingers twitching as if you’re plucking invisible threads. The Hollow writhes, desperate to escape, but it can’t. You tighten your grip, and the air vibrates with sheer force before, all at once, the creature collapses. Dead.

Silence.

The other children stare at you, wide-eyed, breathless. Miss Peregrine herself looks almost impressed.

But you don’t acknowledge any of them.

Instead, you lower your hands, take a shuddering breath—then turn on your heel and beeline straight for Enoch. Without hesitation, without thought, you clutch onto his sleeve with trembling fingers, pressing yourself into his side as if he’s the only solid thing left in the world.

For a long moment, no one speaks.

“You are full of surprises, my dear,” Miss Peregrine finally says, voice calm but laced with curiosity.

You don’t respond. You just tighten your grip on Enoch’s coat, hiding your face against his shoulder.

And Enoch, for all his usual cynicism, doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t push you away. Doesn’t roll his eyes.

Instead, with slow, deliberate movements, he shifts his arm just enough that you’re more comfortable against him. Then, in a voice quieter than usual, he mutters, “Told you you were clingy.”

You don’t let go.

He doesn’t ask you

—

The moment passes, but something shifts after that day.

You’ve always gravitated toward Enoch, but now it’s different. Before, you lingered near him like a quiet shadow, clinging to his sleeve when you needed comfort but always hesitant, always holding back. Now, your touch is more certain. Subtle, but constant.

It starts with your hand brushing his as you sit beside him, barely noticeable, a light, fleeting thing. The first time it happens, Enoch twitches slightly but doesn’t move away. You take it as permission.

The next time, your fingers linger just a little longer.

The next, your pinky curls lightly around his.

And then, one afternoon, you simply take his hand.

No hesitation, no pretense. Just quiet acceptance, your small fingers wrapping around his calloused ones as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Enoch stiffens, glancing down at where your hands are now entwined. His first instinct is to scoff, to mutter something about how ridiculous you are, how ridiculously clingy. But when he looks up, when he sees the way your shoulders have finally relaxed, the way your whole body seems at ease just from the simple contact, something in his chest goes tight.

He sighs through his nose, feigning exasperation, but his fingers curl around yours anyway.

—

It doesn’t stop there.

You don’t always hold his hand, but it happens often enough that the others start to notice. Emma raises an eyebrow the first time she catches it, a smirk tugging at her lips, but she doesn’t say anything. Bronwyn teases him about it once—some comment about how grumpy old Enoch has a soft spot after all—but Enoch just scowls and mutters, “Shut it.”

If Miss Peregrine notices, she doesn’t mention it.

The others might think it’s funny, but for you, it’s necessity. It’s not just about wanting to be close—it’s about needing something to ground you. Your peculiarity is overwhelming at times, a heavy thing that thrums beneath your skin, waiting for an outlet. You’ve spent years afraid of your own power, of what you might do if you let yourself feel too much.

But Enoch… Enoch never fears you.

Not after that day in the graveyard. Not after he’s seen what you can do.

He never flinches when you reach for him, never hesitates to let you hold onto him when the weight of your own power threatens to consume you. He’s solid, steady, unwavering.

And for someone who’s spent so long being afraid of their own strength, that means everything.

—

One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, you sit beside him in the garden. The others are still inside, finishing dinner, but you and Enoch slipped away early, drawn to the quiet. Fireflies flicker in the air, casting soft golden light against the darkening sky.

You reach for his hand without thinking, fingers slotting between his as naturally as breathing.

Enoch exhales, shaking his head like he’s annoyed, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he gives your hand the smallest squeeze, his thumb ghosting over your knuckles in a way that feels almost affectionate.

The warmth of it spreads through you, slow and steady, anchoring you in the moment.

“You’re really not gonna stop doin’ this, are you?” he mutters, voice low.

You shake your head, a tiny smile playing at your lips. “No.”

A beat of silence.

Then—“Didn’t think so.”

And though he grumbles, though he acts like he barely tolerates it, Enoch never lets go.

—

The arrival of Jacob Portman changes things.

Not for you—not really. You’ve spent too long building this quiet existence with Enoch, spent too long learning how to navigate your peculiarity without drawing attention to yourself. Jacob’s presence doesn’t undo that.

But it does make Enoch act strange.

It starts the moment Jacob arrives, confused and out of place, stumbling his way through introductions like he doesn’t quite believe any of this is real. You don’t mind him, but you also don’t go out of your way to interact with him. Instead, you do what you always do—stick close to Enoch, fingers curled loosely around his sleeve as if you might disappear without the contact.

And Jacob notices.

You feel his eyes linger on you longer than necessary, watching the way you gravitate toward Enoch with an expression you can’t quite place. Confusion? Curiosity? Something else? You don’t know. But Enoch sees it too.

“Oi,” Enoch mutters one afternoon, barely looking up from the heart he’s placing into one of his creations. “What’s your problem, Portman? You got somethin’ to say, or you just like starin’?”

Jacob startles, blinking as if caught in something he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. “What? No—I just—” He glances at you again, then back at Enoch, brow furrowing. “I just didn’t expect this from you.”

“This?” Enoch echoes, unimpressed.

Jacob gestures vaguely. “You know, this. The whole—” He waves a hand between the two of you, his meaning clear. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

“Type for what?” Enoch snaps.

Jacob hesitates. “Affectionate.”

Enoch scowls, opening his mouth for what is sure to be a very sarcastic remark, but before he can say anything, your fingers tighten around his sleeve. Just slightly. Just enough to pull his focus.

He exhales sharply, turns to you instead. “You believe this guy?”

You don’t respond, just press a little closer, your quiet way of reminding him that none of this really matters. Jacob can think whatever he wants. It won’t change anything.

Enoch clicks his tongue, muttering something under his breath before shooting Jacob a glare. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t go ‘round explainin’ myself to people I barely know. So keep your questions to yourself, yeah?”

Jacob holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Didn’t mean anything by it. Just… wasn’t expecting it.”

Enoch scoffs. “Yeah, well. Surprise.”

Jacob doesn’t ask again.

—

The night the Hollow attacks, everything unravels.

The loop collapses. The safety of your home—of your family—is ripped away in the span of moments. One second, everything is normal. The next, there’s chaos.

Miss Peregrine orders an evacuation, but not everyone is fast enough. The Hollow comes out of nowhere, moving with terrifying speed, too quick for anyone to react. It lunges, tentacles spreading wide—

And then it stops.

Suspended in midair, trapped in an unseen force, the Hollow writhes. It’s caught in the grip of something stronger than itself, something it can’t escape. And at the center of it all—

Is you.

You stand rigid, eyes alight with raw power, hands trembling with the weight of what you’re holding. The others stare in shock, frozen in place, but you don’t pay them any mind. Your focus is locked onto the creature, on the way it struggles, desperate but helpless beneath your control.

It screeches—once, twice—before your fingers tighten, and its whole body crushes inward, folding in on itself with a sickening crack.

Dead.

Silence follows.

You release a shuddering breath, the glow in your eyes flickering out. Your power fades, leaving you drained, and suddenly, the weight of everything—the battle, the loss, the fear—becomes too much.

Without hesitation, you turn—

And find Enoch.

Your feet carry you to him before you can think about it, before you can stop yourself. Your hands grip the fabric of his jacket, fingers twisting into the material, seeking the only solid thing in a world that’s collapsing around you. Your body trembles, still caught in the aftershocks of what you’ve done, but Enoch doesn’t pull away.

He doesn’t ask if you’re alright.

He doesn’t need to.

Instead, his arms come up, hesitant but firm, wrapping around you in something that is not quite a hug but close enough that it feels like one. His fingers rest against your back, grounding, steadying. A quiet anchor in the storm.

“You’re alright,” he mutters, voice rough but not unkind. “You did good.”

You nod against him, fingers curling into his coat. “I don’t—” Your voice is small, shaking. “I don’t like doing that.”

“I know.”

Another pause.

Then, softer—“But you saved us.”

You exhale shakily, pressing your face into his shoulder.

He lets you.

And for once, Enoch doesn’t care who’s watching.

—

The sea air is different in this time.

Crisper. Sharper. Untouched by the weight of war and looping time. The future stretches out before you, uncertain but real, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you can breathe.

The new house is nothing like the home you lost. It’s smaller, less grand than Miss Peregrine’s loop, but it’s theirs. It’s yours. A place to rebuild, to start again.

Everyone settles in at their own pace. Bronwyn and Millard explore every inch of the place, making plans. Emma and Jacob steal moments by the shore, speaking in hushed voices. Horace complains about the decor but secretly enjoys rearranging things. And you—

You stay close to Enoch.

It isn’t out of fear anymore. You don’t cling to him the way you once did, not out of anxiety or uncertainty. But he’s still your anchor, the steady presence you always find yourself drawn back to.

The others have grown used to it. No one comments when you sit beside him on the worn wooden steps of the house, your fingers just barely brushing his. No one remarks when Enoch silently hands you a mug of tea in the mornings, feigning indifference but waiting to make sure you drink it.

And when the sun sets that first night, painting the sky in warm hues, you don’t hesitate to lean your head against his shoulder.

Enoch stiffens. Just slightly. You can almost hear the snarky comment forming in his mind—You’re not gonna start doin’ this all the time, are you?—but for once, he doesn’t say it.

Instead, he exhales slowly, tilting his head just enough that it rests lightly against yours.

A quiet moment. A promise, unspoken.

You’re safe.

You’re together.

And that’s enough.

[multi-fandom-freaks]

How the peculiars would be as a partner || Headcannons

Warnings: bad writing, only based on movie, lack of punctuation

A/N: this is only based off the movie (srryyy) also, it's only the four older ones bc it feels odd writing about kids- I was gonna do Hugh and Millard but one, idk how I would write for Millard.. and idk about Hugh either, sorry for my shit writing skills.

Jake:

•So very very awkward ...

•Enjoys hand holding but scared of general physical touch

•He loves being told he's doing good and loves receiving compliments

•you're definitely the only thing he talks about

•he loves to take you exploring

•likes to lay his head on your lap

•he tried to avoid eye contact because he's just a nervous little guy but when you're looking somewhere else he's staring right at you

•kisses, everywhere, he wants you to feel so loved all the time but scared to show you through words so he just kisses you all over

•You two like to sneak out and watch sunsets together

Olive

•Sweetest thing ever

•doesn't matter what holiday it is, you'll have a little gift basket on your nightstand when you wake up

•loves laying her head on your chest

•she really likes doing stuff with your hair, braiding it, putting it up, you're her little tester, doesn't matter what length of hair, she'll figure it out

•she's obsessed with subtle touch, like intertwined pinkies or a hand on her back, she loves it

•this girl definitely loves to pick out your outfits, and you already know she compliments them whether she picked them or not

•infinite picnic dates, and you don't even have to worry about cold tea

•she's such a "this is so us!" To anything relatively cute involving two things, like yes olive we are those stuffed bears

•handwritten love letter for DAYS

Enoch

•he struggles so much with showing his love for you

•Enochs emotions aren't very out there but you try and work with him to get him to talk to you

•loves feeling validated

•he'll get mad at you but then feel really bad about it later

•secretly the biggest cuddler, and totally obsessed with your chest and thighs as a pillow (not in a weird way)

•he always has to be touching you, it's usually your thigh, just gently rubbing your thigh under the table and when your standing up or walking around your either holding hands or his arms is around your waist

•obsessed with your lips, can't not kiss you all the time, when you pout at him and puff your bottom lip out he folds immediately

•loves to go on walks with you

•when you see a flower on your walk he'll pull you along before you get the chance to pick it but then see a bouquet of them on your bed later

•pretends to hate your small gestures of affection and little gifts but secretly loves it and keeps every gift

•he loves when you help him make new dolls

•he's really possessive over you but tries to hide it

Emma

•Always cuddling

•she gets mad easily but is quick to apologize

•physical touch is everything to her

•she needs reassurance every five seconds because of the whole abe thing, the words "I'm not going anywhere" are her favorite

•light make out sesh in her hideout, no doubt about that

•you guys totally sneak out and stargaze together

•she likes helping you with chores and motivation in general, when you're not out of bed in time she'll make sure to get you up

•lots of attachment issues, she's very scared of loosing you

[miss---lu]

Walks on the Beach

She came to the loop not to long ago, yet no one could figure out what her peculiarity was. She always dodged the question, never looking uncomfortable just not answering.Claire and Olive believed she must have a more scary peculiarity, otherwise why wouldn’t she share it?

Enoch watched as YN walked outside in the garden. He was peering though his window, just studying her movements. Her steps seemed to be with intent, all incredibly light.

He saw how Olive was walking on over towards her. Her heavy boots dragging in the grass. YN just smiled at the young girl as she continued on her path. She was leaving the garden and heading towards what looked like the beach.

Against his better judgement, Enoch decided to follow after. He quickly made his way down the stairs, trying to avoid his housemates, but he was not that lucky.

He ran straight into the bird and started apologizing profusely. She just tutted at him and gestured for him to follow behind her.

“Mr O’Connor what has you in such a hurry? Typically you spend your free hour after lunch working on those puppets of yours.”

Enoch just shrugged, but he felt a soft, warm feeling start to bubble in his chest. “I don’t know, just thought I’d spend some time outside with the others.”

Miss Peregrine narrowed her eyes as she looked at the boy. “You were going after Miss LN, weren’t you?”

Enoch’s face started to heat up as he went to shake his head. It was too late, though. The bird already knew.

“Mister O’Connor,” she stopped and gave a small smile, “you know Miss LN happens to go the beach during this time. She considers it her tranquility period where she can just roam.”

Enoch nodded. After seeing that he was still standing there the bird ushered for his to continue on his journey. He smiled back at her as he made his way out the door.

. . .

YN stood on the beach barefoot as she watched the waves. Her eyes were closed, so Enoch approached her slowly. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, she started talking:

“I know you’re there, Enoch. I can sense your presence.”

Enoch let out a small chuckle. “Was I loud?”

YN turned to face him and laughed. “No. You were very quiet, but you see, it’s my peculiarity.”

Enoch cocked an eyebrow, confused by what she meant.

YN just laughed again before continuing, “I’m what they call an earthwalker. I can control the ground kind of how Emma can control fire.”

“That’s fascinating.”

“Thanks,” she giggled. “That’s why I don’t like wearing shoes. When I have skin on the earth I can feel what’s touching it, what’s inside it, etc. I can also cause the rocks to shift.”

YN suddenly stomped her foot on the ground and Enoch felt the earth tremble below him. YN only smiled at his shocked expression.

“See? I can manipulate the fault lines.”

Enoch smiled softly as he went to take her hand. “You want to just sit here with me?”

“I’d like that. And maybe you can show me some of your homunculus creations.”

[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.

[op1umeyes]

Look After You - 1. End

My throat burned from screaming the other childrens' names. I struggled to stay upright, but the baby I was currently holding was flailling around, already fighting from my protective hold.

My legs, too, were burning. I had been one of the eldest, tasked with protecting the others should something happen to Ms. Dove. Jensen, the second oldest, had been the one to evacuate almost everyone before the Hollows raided our home. 

He had shoved little Quinten into my arms before yelling at us to go, promising to find his way back to us. Some of the younger ones (Lola- aged 7, Ella- aged 9, Tommy- aged 12) were by my side. I shoved them forward, telling them to keep running, to not stop, and whatever happened to not look back. 

Ms. Dove had been the one to start the fire, taking her and the Hollow with it. Jensen had refused to let me run back into the fire, reminding me of the promise we had made to our mother figure. He pulled me and Quin into his arms and sent us off, promising to find us.

That had been 13 days ago.

[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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