#horace would die and enoch would laugh at him

[dragonsdendoodles]

Y’all know that cut scene in AMOD where Emma, Millard, Enoch, and Horace go to school with Jacob under fake names (except Millard)

Enoch and Horace are never seen during that scene. Only mentioned. Enoch is also canonically 12-13, and Horace is at least heavily implied to be the same age

Are you telling me Enoch O’Connor and Horace Somnusson were sent to a public middle school unsupervised

[ghostie-luther]

Random peculiarities downsides! Book version!!

Emma

She often overheats so much she collapses. Yes she's fire proof, not temperature proof. It almost always feels like she has a small fever brewing, and pressure behind the eyes and nosebleeds torment her if she uses her peculiarity too much.

On a bad day, people can't stand to be around her. Not that they don't absolutely love her to bits, it's just that they physically find it to be uncomfortable standing within a certain distance with the heat she's emmiting from her skin. As someone with abandonment issues, this hurts her very much.

She also cannot lay on flammable materials, so she either has to sit on the wooden floor or stand most of the day.

When miss p suggested a metal bed she cried so hard she threw up.

Most times she's not even aware of the heat, though. So one time she came up behind Claire and hugged her suddenly, only for the little girl to let out the most terrible scream. Emma had burnt the shape of her hands faintly onto Claires skin, and still hasn't forgiven herself.

Claire loves her though, and drew her pictures for when she was sad about it.

Jacob

Hes not very good at figuring out what's a normal stomach ache and what's a "hollow" ache. He frequently panics over this.

Always on edge. Due to the rest of peculiardom relying on his powers, he believes the only way to keep his friends safe is to keep constant vigilance.

Some days he's so snappy and protective he has to be removed from the household until he calms down. Not in a cruel way, but once when Enoch tried to leave the house Jacob yanked him back and told him to sit down and stay still, they were still out there.

He ended up scaring most of the young ones, and even Enoch turned wary of him for a while after.

Panics at the sight of shadows. Every time. He sees a shadow of branches moving and thinks that he lost his peculiarity, and that all his friends are about to die because of him. Nothing ever happens, but then he feels stupid and restless.

Bronwyn

It goes without saying that this girl can pick up huge boulders without breaking a sweat. So when it comes to ordinary objects or people, she almost always forgets her own strength.

She always tries to be mindful of others, but unfortunately, due to having her ability most of her life, she's unable to gauge the amount of strength it would take to not hurt each person.

She gets confused alot. A touch that wouldn't hurt Jacob would be harmful to Claire, and a soft punch that wouldn't make Enoch laugh would have Horace flinching away with a bruised arm. For someone who hates hurting her friends, this causes her to break away every so often.

Waking up in the morning she actually has to get used to the feeling of her strength, so she wakes up an hour before everyone else at 5am. She doesn't like being alone, but she would rather be alone than snap her door handle again.

Regularly forgets that people don't like being picked up. She did it to Victor all the time just because she could. She tried it with Horace and nearly launched him straight up into the air because she couldn't FEEL him. Its a good thing he held onto her hand, or he would have gotten hurt.

Enoch

Doesn't actually like his peculiarity that much, because people think he's creepy and gross. Always covered in blood and preservation fluid and mud, but how else is he meant to practise? Emma can practise setting things on fire, Fiona can practise growing huge hedges based on people, yet he's shamed on for practising something he can't control?

It takes a lot out of him to raise the dead. He's constantly lending his own living energy and doing a cycle from his own body to the dead. This means their energy mixes, and leaves him feeling lethargic and brittle. Like a corpse.

Hates dead things. He's just used to them. People assume he kills most of the animals he has in his basement, but he actually goes through the forest near their house and collects the ones who have died naturally. After every reset, the corpses are back, and he does it all again.

He interanlly panics whenever someone refers to him as cruel or disgusting. He can't help it. Same as Horace can't control his nightmares, or olive her levitation. Yes, his peculiarity isn't pretty. That's not his fault. Immediate dislike for Jacob when he saw the look of morbid disgust on his face when he saw his clay soldiers fighting.

Sometimes feels intense guilt when reanimating someone. His belief is that when they're dead, they should be left dead. May that be in heaven, hell, or somewhere else. It is not his place to interfere with the next life.

It's why he refuses to summon Victor. He likes it where he is. No matter how much Bron cries about it.

Horace

His whole peculiarity is a downside to be honest.

Every so often though, he'll have this huge massive fits that can last for days. He doesn't see his family coming towards him, he sees his old family. Wights. Hollows. Monsters. Strangers. Garbling words and fires and pain. It's better to leave him alone until he's a tad calmer before getting him water.

He'll think everyone's a threat, will mutter and jump up and flinch if someone reaches for something near him, will bang the back of his head against the wall without feeling it, and will call people by the names of the strangers he sees in his head.

Will hurt himself by scratching and headbanging, but sometimes he screams and screams and screams because to him? His dreams are real.

That means the fire that is burning up the room is actually burning his skin, too. Everyone knows Horace dies in these dreams a couple times an episode, and it breaks their hearts to hear him praying to anyone out there he'll end up somewhere nice.

He Sees hallucinations, mostly dead people, and can and will have lengthy calm conversations with them of how they died. He can't see his family through the horrific things his mind is showing him, so he believes he is alone. He's not, though.

Claire and olive aren't allowed near him in these episodes, after bursting into tears after he was having a conversation with a woman who was burnt to death and had her skin melted away by her husband who then killed himself after.

Will have a huge migrain and smaller visions coming out of this, with regular nosebleeds for a while after.

(Millard and miss p searched for the name he had been talking to, later on. Shocked, they found a singular article deep in the library in devils acre about the murder, a place Horace would never had found it. They don't know what to do with this information).

Olive

Olive sometimes has trouble in thinking she's safe. She'll have days where she's bouncing around like a little astronaut on her rope without her shoes and then other days she'll be hiding under her bed with her shoes on, rope, doors and windows locked shut, lest she fly away.

She sometimes forgets to check the state of the rope she's using. She's had some very close calls.

Has trouble playing games like football/soccer, and can never go swimming with the rest of her family. Even on very hot days.

Can't keep up with her family very well, it's why bronywyn carries her everywhere. Her very chunky lead boots drag her down and hurt her ankles and feet, resulting in rolled ankles, burns and sore scrapes.

Claire

She used to love the feeling of having her hair curled and braided by her mother, but since developing her mouth she doesn't have that luxury.

She bit the middle finger right off her mothers hand when she was four.

Everywhere she goes smells like rotten meat, thanks to her back mouth. It only likes raw meat, and refuses to be brushed with toothpaste. If it isn't fed, however, it will rip the hair from her head and eat that instead.

Will feel very sick and will be bedridden sometimes from both mouths sharing the same stomach. Raw meat isn't good for a five year old little girl.

Has to be careful when washing or shampooing her hair, as wet hair can get sucked into her back mouth. Nobody is quite sure of the physics here, but if hair goes into her backmouth it feels like it's clogging her front mouth, and will choke her until someone rushes in and bravely rips it out of the sharp toothed beast.

Has a huge metal muzzle that she must wear to sleep "comfortably". It's not comfortable, despite the pillow padding. Her neck cricks, sometimes the metal pinches, and it weighs her whole head down. It's better than her pillow being eaten, though.

Sometimes, maybe once a year, her backmouth will try to speak.

And it's horrific.

People live in fear of it happening, and when it does happen people are left disgusted and shaken.

The sound of a grown man gurgling through unintelligible words shouldn't come from the body of a little girl.

Hugh

Gets stung repeatedly by his bees, and even sometimes when he eats. They get angry, living in his stomach, when food comes down into their home. He tries to make sure EVERY SINGLE bee is completely out before he eats, and this can take a while, but every so often a straggler stays behind, and stings the inside of his stomach during dinner.

It's excruciating.

He'll often jump up from the table as if he had been shot and vomit up both the food and the bee in pain. He'll spend the next day whimpering in bed as his stomach acid works against the sting and the stinger of the bee left inside his body.

Another thing is he could be talking to one of his friends, when a bee will randomly come along and sting them with no prompt. Then he'll catch them avoiding him the next couple of days. It hurts.

He'll be terrified and clamp his mouth shut against his bees for a couple of days afterwards.

Coughs up huge lumps of random honeycomb. It's hard, and cold, and uncomfortable, and it hurts his throat coming up.

Fiona

Will accidently make poisonous or stinging plants by trying to copy pictures of flowers she sees in books or the acre.

Had a scare when olive came back from playing in the garden struggling to breath with red and yellow spots up her neck, caused by a beautiful pink plant fiona had grown the night before.

Whenever she cries onto the ground, it acts like some sort of crazy fertiliser? And the plants and trees that grow are terrible hard to cut or knock down, crashing through windows and cracking walls, born by her grief. That's what made the greenroom. They couldn't remove the small forest, so they built around it and made something beautiful from her destruction.

Can and will cough up leaves whenever her body feels like it. The less she drinks the more it happens, and the less she drinks the more hard and dead the leaves become, causing small cuts in her throat. The more she drinks, the opposite happens.

Always, ALWAYS needs to be outside. And in the night she has to have her window open. She doesn't know why.

Feels so much pressure in having to be one of the soul sustenance of her family while living in the loop. What if her crops grew rotten? Or she lost her peculiarity? They got bored of her food? It was bland? What if they starved?

(After she fell from the cliff, one of the trees below softened her fall. After being captured by the wights, she wished it hadnt).

Millard

Sometimes panics he isn't real. He can walk into a room and not be acknowledged, so he constantly makes noise to see if somebody will refer to him. To make sure he hasn't disappeared completely. Is absolutely terrified of speaking one day and nobody answering.

Will overhear anyone else talking shit or complaining about him. His feelings are always hurt, but doesn't want to be seen as a creep when he tells them he was spying on them.

Misses the way he used to look. His hair, freckles, the way everybody could tell his short legs were gearing up for a massive growthspurt. He wonders how he would look now, and cries silently as he realises he forgot the colour of his eyes.

Mourns the fact he can probably never have a relationship. Nobody- In his experience- wants to be in a relationship with an invisible man, and a relationship between two invisible people who wouldn't know where the other stood would be frustrating and hellish.

It's why he felt euphoric when he met lily. Then fell headfirst back to earth when he realised she was normal, and couldn't tell her family she was in a relationship with somebody they could never meet.

[the-bathmat]

FIRST OF ALL talking about tcotb

if jacob keeps trying to make out with every single girl he meets we RIOT. i just can't with this bitch. just got out of a pretty fucked up relationship with the baddest bitch on earth and like two seconds later he's already in another one with the second love of his life in like the last two years of his miserable little 17-year-old existence. get a hold of yourself jacob. jeez. keep it in your pants

noor isn't my cup of tea. I've already said i dont like the way jacob just decided he would die for her and love her forever right away. also i find her kind of boring. tragic backstory (complete with the ymbryne taking care of her thing she found out in devil's acre, which was honestly pretty cringe), very powerful peculiarity, kind of dull, plain and absolutely void of personality? sounds like a wattpad character to me.

also are you sincerely trying to tell me everyone thinks sharon's ideas are garbage. like for real. the man literally has the only brain cell in all of peculiardom.

ransom riggs let enoch o'connor kiss challenge. maybe it's time we let HIM make out huh? like the man needs it. let him find someone who makes him laugh, patiently listens to him rambling about death and london 24/7 and forces him to change his shirt at least once a week. he'd have the glow up of the century!! or at least he would stop flirting shamelessly and awkwardly with literally every girl he meets

loved enoch in this book btw, cares about his friends but is still a believable little bitch. no longer just the comic relief guy i felt he was in the last book. he's a 10/10

okay horace in this book is as precious as he's always been but he's just... kinda there?? like yeah he helps with the prophecies but jacob didn't seem as obsessed with him as he generally is so we didn't get any of his golden quotes :// which is very sad because as a quite hardcore horace stan i would have appreciated them. like jacob you're failing me

hugh oh my god i positively screamed when he showed up i love him so much he was the ONLY ONE who gave the SLIGHTEST fuck about fiona and he's so sweet. he just ran at her while she was possessed or some shit and called her "love" and "sweetheart" like please i want a boyfriend like him

FIONA!!!

emma? yeah she talked like four times and all she said was "im jealous 😡😡🤬" so like okay. never thought I'd say that, but i miss her talking to jacob and stuff. it didn't really work between them, but at least she was interesting

F I O N A

claire is so good. like as a character. not my favourite because she supports the ymbryne dictatorship but BEAUTIFUL characterization

LOVED the power dynamics and the politics

LOVED the ending

F I O N AAAAAA

[spideyy-girl]

Newcomers Pt. II ~ Enoch O’Connor

Request: part two for Newcomers, please??

Summary:

Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Warnings: Yeah it’s a bit violent, and a little bit of ooc Enoch sorry. 

Word Count: 2102 (5.8 pages)

Date: August 28th, 2018

A/N: so here is part two of Newcomers! If you want to check out the first one, I’ll put a link RIGHT HERE. I would probably suggest reading it, but I don’t think you have to if you want to. Sorry if it’s really bad, was posted a while ago on my old blog. PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

Happy Reading! ~Ciara xo

MASTERLIST // PROMPT LIST // SEND REQUESTS

I’ve been here for less than a week and Jake has somehow already found a way to screw up. Barron, some evil guy that apparently killed Abe, has now stolen Miss Peregrine and guess how that happened. I love Jake to bits, but he can be so damn gullible. 

So here we are. Me, Jake, and the other peculiar kids now on a quest to save their beloved headmistress. I had become good friends with the children, except Emma, she didn’t seem as fond of me, probably because she’s in love with Jake and all and thinks that I’m hoarding him. But don’t get me wrong, she’s still a lovely person, I think. Also, Jake had found his peculiarity, he can see the monsters, the hollowgasts. Really creepy things that are like seven feet tall and they tentacles coming out of their mouths and they use them to take out the eyes of peculiar children for their lunch. Lovely, right? Those are the things we’re supposed to get through to save the Bird.

Yet, I’ve still to find out what my peculiarity is. Enoch says I must have one if I was able to get through the loop, but I was really starting to doubt him. I suggested that I might’ve only been able to get through that loop since I was with Jake., but he quickly shut that down, saying that it still wasn't possible. 

Enoch walked up to me, I was leaning against the rusty railing of the ship Emma pulled up from the ocean floor, just as I was. We were both drenched, water literally dripping from our clothes. But then again, we did just jump into a large body of water. He was holding Claire in his arms, resting her on his hip. She gave me a polite smile and waved to me.

“Hello, Y/N!” she says excitedly as she jumps out of Enoch’s arms and gives me a hug, well, my legs. I laugh and crouched down at her level to give her a proper hug.

“Hi, darling,” I whisper and she giggles. I laugh too as I pull away and tuck a strand of her curly dirty blonde hair behind her ear, careful not to touch her mouth on the back of her head.

“Why don’t you go and play with Fiona or something, Claire,” Enoch suggested, pushing her a little with his foot. She nodded, said goodbye, and went off to find her friend.

“Aww, why’d she have to go? Now I’m stuck with you,” I say playfully, faking a look of disgust. He rolled his eyes, trying not to let his smile get through.

“Very funny, Y/N,” he says sarcastically, as he leans on the railing beside me. We both stay quiet for the next few moments, jut admiring the day, even though it wasn’t a very good one. “So, you have any clue on your peculiarity yet?” He asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head.

“Nope,” I said, sighing. I rested my elbow on the rusty railing and put my head in the palm of my hand. “I’m telling you, I not special like you guys. I just got in ‘cause I was with Jake!”

He shook his head immediately. “Impossible,” he says, looking at me. “The loop doesn’t work like that.”

“Whatever you say,” I argue. But a small part of me inside was really hoping he was right.

Me, Jake, Emma, and Millard walk off the shipwrecked cruise ship onto the abandoned pier at Blackpool. Jake looked around before his pale blue eyes fell upon what looked like a worn down carnival ride.

“This can’t be it, can it?” he asked, looking at us. I merely shrugged as Emma replied.

“Loop entrances can be anywhere. The one in London is in a subway tunnel,” she responded looking in between him and the loop entrance. Jake gave a small nod and headed towards the old ride, Millard, Emma and I coming up close behind. As we went through the tunnel, the cracked wood and eery sense coming from the loop turned into a fun and bright one, with light up skulls to dancing skeletons hung up from the ceiling.

“Are you sure this is it?” I asked, peering out the door. Emma walked up beside me, looking out too.

“I think so,” She said, a bit sassily might I add. Outside there were crowds of people in a busy amusement park, the only thing that stayed the same was the Blackpool tower looming over us. We headed over to the tall structure, Millard obviously having to get undressed and complaining about how cold it was, and began our plan.

We were getting Miss Peregrine back.

All the peculiar children and I stood in our positions in the tent, listening in on Barren’s conversation with his little posse. I sat crouched down behind the railing separating the seats from the stage, my Y/E/C eyes peering over the edge, careful not to be caught.

“I assure you,” he sneered to them after a long rant “I will not stand idly by, to see my destiny derailed.” He finished as he turned around, only to be blown back by Emma’s big breath of wind. Jake fired his crossbow, missing Barren’s head and hitting the target behind him. Barren’s friends soon stood up, heading toward the pair.

“Hugh, do it now!” Jake exclaimed as Hugh poo[ed out from his hiding spot, opening his mouth to let hundreds of bees out and attack them. They tried to swat them away, the female ripping her coat off and trying to use that, showing off her ape-like legs and tail. She climbed a pole in an attempt to get away as the red-headed male ran into the kiddie pool full of water.

“Come back here! Get them!” Barren screamed as monkey woman swung down and picked up a bucket of knives, throwing them at Hugh, Emma and Jake. “You think you can stand in my way? You, Jake, content to age and die as if you had no the gift of peculiarity at all? As well as your little girlfriend you brought along.”

All of the sudden, Enoch popped out and tried to hit him with a bat, but missed and Barron knocked him down, leaving him unconscious. I couldn’t help the outburst come from my lips.

“Enoch!” I yelled in panic, big mistake. Barron turned towards my direction, I saw him smirk before hiding behind the wall, hopefully going unnoticed.

“Speaking of the devil,” He says, I could hear the taunt in his voice and his thudding footstep walking closer. “I am the higher being! I hold the secret to eternal life!” He says, only a few meters away from where I stood crouched down on the ground, trying not to go into the crazy panic mode.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Olive said, touching Barron’s shoulder and catching it on fire. I’d have to thank her later. Barron looked behind him to see his coat in flames and took it off, swinging it at Olive until she fell to the ground defenceless. Jake cued Bronwyn as he shot another arrow at the Wight.

“You missed me again, Jake! I take it accuracy is not your peculiarity.” He criticized before getting hit in the face with Bronwyn’s chair. He fell to the ground and groaned, but still got up without an effort. He took the crossbow and threw Jake down as he went to attack him. He then walked to the back, presumably where he kept the Ymbrynes, where Jake and Emma followed him.

I was about to run after them when I heard a small voice scream. I stood up to see that man had put little Bronwyn into the kiddie pool he had jumped in earlier and started to freeze the surface of it. And that’s what really threw me off the edge. No way was I going to let my little girl die.

“Hey!!” I yelled louder than I thought was possible, as I jumped from behind the railing. “Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, you bastard.” He chuckled darkly, stopping his process in freezing Bronwyn in, so Fiona went to go help her out. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked manically. My eyes went from their usual pretty shade of Y/E/C to a deep glowing red, and as I raised my hand, I noticed it had also turned that same colour. He started to gag as my fingers curled slightly. I raised my hand higher and his feet were no longer on the ground.

Everyone stared at me in awe, even Enoch who had previously just awoken. Although I was not aware of this, I was too concentrated, too focused on making sure that this cruel man would feel the pain he made my new family feel. Monkey woman jumped down to try and get me off of him, but I threw her down with my other hand, and picking her up as well, doing the same thing to her as I was doing to her friend.

“You deserve what’s to come to you. You deserve to die slowly and painfully for what you have down, not only to my family but to all of the other peculiar children you have brutally murdered!” I spat in there faces. “You're lucky I’m feeling nice today, or that would be exactly what’s happening now.”

I violently turned my hands while closing my fists, snapping both of their necks, their now dead bodies falling to the floor with an audible ‘thump’. I fell to my knees, my head spinning, and my eyes and hands turning back to their usual colour. I looked up to see Bronwyn, Fiona, Claire, the twins, and Horace running up to me and grabbing me in a great group hug. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around them as well.

I smiled and stood up with the help of Olive. “Well done on finally finding out your peculiarity, we all knew you had it in you.” She said as she engulfed me in a hug too. I giggled and thanked her before letting her go. That left me with only one person.

Enoch walked up to me, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on anyone, let alone him, on his face as he wrapped his long arms around me and swung me up in the air, twirling me around, and setting my back on the ground again, his arms still around my waist tightly.

“What did I say?” He said, his smile still big, if possible getting bigger. “I told you that you had it in you, and as you know, I’m never wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you shut it?” I say playfully. He smirked.

“Make me.” He replied before I cut him off with my lips on his, kissing him. He quickly responded, kissing me back with just as much passion. It was like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed other than him and me. That is until I heard the kids making puking noises at us.

We pulled apart. I laughed at them as Enoch got slightly mad and told them to piss off. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and gave him a quick peck on the lips, which seemingly cheered him up again. I turned back to everyone else.

Well, what are we waiting for?” I yell enthusiastically. “Let’s go save Miss Peregrine!” And we did. Everyone got back safely to the loop, saying their goodbyes on their way in. I started to cry as the children one by one gave me they’re last hugs and farewells. As Enoch came up, a gave him a sweet kiss and he held me tightly in his arms for a while before we departed, and that's when I went completely Niagara Falls. I knew that I couldn’t leave him. Jake knew he couldn’t leave Emma. And we didn’t.

I spent years trying to get back in time. Travelling loop by loop with Jake all across the world. From California to Tokyo to London, going through a whole bunch of crazy scenarios. Which led us back to where we were now, running down the Blackpool pier from all those years ago. I thought it was stupid as I went through it all. All of this, years of commitment, for some boy? But then I would remember, remember him, remember everyone else...

And for once, I was happy for being the Newcomer.

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A Little Green - II - Enoch O’Connor

POSTED: November 25th, 2017

WORD COUNT: 1,918

REQUESTED: @cosmixheart

After Olive ran after Enoch, Miss. Peregrine took Jake and Y/N outside to the backyard. Jake and Miss. Peregrine were talking about something Y/N didn’t really care about, so she was only half-listening. Y/N was more interested in exploring the grounds and seeing what the other peculiar children could do. Miss. Peregrine told her not to wander off though, as if she were a child. But she listened, not wanting to anger the slightly terrifying woman.

"Before he died, he told me to find you, there was something he wanted me to know, he said you could explain everything."

"That's absolutely true Jake, there are very few things I can't explain. We're what's know as peculiar,” The bird stated, “Fifty-one seconds late Fiona."

Y/N looked over at the abrupt change in the conversation to see a young girl in twin braids and pants, standing in front of them as she looked apologetically up at the older woman.

"I'm sorry Miss Peregrine. How many carrots do you need for supper?"

"Just one will do."

Confused, Y/N moved around Jake to get a better view of the girl. She was now kneeling in the dirt a little ways away, hands hovering over it. After a couple of seconds, the ground started shaking, and Y/N watched mesmerized as a giant carrot slowly started to grow out of the ground.

Y/N walked over to get a better view, standing behind Fiona as the carrot grew even more.

"That's fine now Fiona," Miss. Peregrine called. Fiona stood, turning around so fast she almost ran into Y/N, who didn’t even know she walked up to the girl until then.

"That’s really cool," Y/N said, smiling down at the girl. She muttered an almost silent 'thank you,' fiddling with one of her braids. Bronwyn came running over, and Y/N was quick to move out of the way so that she could drag the carrot into the house.

Eventually, Miss. Peregrine left Jake and Y/N to explore on their own, with strict instructions to not leave the property or talk to any of the locals should they come to the house. They eventually came across Emma, who enlisted the help of Jake to complete her daily chore of putting the squirrel back in the tree. Not wanting to a third wheel to Jake and Emma's flirting, Y/N wandered around on her own. She watched Millard and Hugh play soccer, or 'football,' being their stand in ref while Horace continued to read.

After a while, she got tired of deciding who was cheating and who wasn’t, so she left to go back to the house. She took her time, watching the twins and Claire as they played together as she passed when she heard her name being yelled. Without looking she knew it was Jake, so she slowed down to let him catch up to her, and the two of them went into the house.

"Emma said that since you're almost as tall as Olive, you'll have to borrow her clothes."

"Why am I changing my clothes?" Y/N asked, looking down at her clothes as they walked down the hall on the second floor. She saw Jake shrug out of the corner of her eye.

"We have to get cleaned up for supper."

"Jake, Y/N," the two of them looked over to see Olive standing in the doorway of one of the bedrooms with an excited smile on her face. Y/N could see shelves lined with jars, and remembered it as the one she was in when Emma found them, "Come and meet Enoch properly."

The only source of light in the room was from a floor lamp by the door and the window that illuminated the desk that Enoch was sitting at. Olive went to stand next to him, gesturing Y/N and Jake forward.

"Well, you must feel pretty out of place," Enoch didn't even look up from what he was working on, but a glare hardened over his face. Y/N looked at the random items on the table, stopping on the crab-baby hybrid off to the side, then to the doll lying in front of him.

"Don't worry. I'm used to it."

"Oh no, I wasn't worried. Some advice for you though, man to man. If you think you're staying just because you like Emma, don't bother. You see she swore off romance decades ago when she got her heartbroken. And she's never going to change her mind."

Y/N turned her attention to the scowling boy, using the time to take him in while he was distracted with telling Jake off. He was quite handsome, even in the poor lighting mixed with the seemingly permanent scowl on his face. His dark curly hair looked soft to the touch, and his eyes were a brown you could get lost in.

With all the strength she could muster Y/N looked away, a hot flush crawling up her face. Her eye's met Olives, and the girl looked like she was trying not to laugh, giving her a knowing, teasing look as she covered her mouth with a gloved hand.

Enoch's hand came up, snapping Olive into attention. She quickly turned around to grab scissors to pass to Enoch.

"Enoch, I wasn't trying to..." Jake paused, watching Enoch cut the doll's chest open, "What are you doing?"

Jake and Y/N watched as Enoch inserted a tiny animal heart into the doll's chest, then another into the head of the crab-baby. Y/N watched amazed as the two figures started to move, standing up and wandering around the table.

"Isn't it amazing?" Olive said, watching the dolls with a smile. Y/N was stunned into silence, mouth agape as she watched them amble around.

"What did you do?"

"This? Jake, this isn't even the fun part. Do you want to see the fun part?"

Enoch leaned over to the doll, whispering in its ear. He looked up from the doll and at Y/N, giving her a cocky smirk as he moved away.

Y/N rolled her eyes, though found herself fighting down a smile. As soon as he was sat back in his chair the toys turned to each other, circling around the small open space on the desk.

The dolls fought each other, ripping off limbs and taking swipes at the other as they danced around the table. All too soon it was over, the crab one stabbed the doll through the chest, it’s heat left on the end of the blade as the body fell lifelessly to the wooden surface.

Jake looked uncomfortable, walking out of the room so fast he was borderline sprinting, but Y/N couldn't be anymore intrigued by the boy and his shelf full of hearts.

Dinner wasn't very eventful, seeing as it was just more of Enoch and Jake butting heads arguing over his place in the house and their lives. Y/N was more excited about movie time as Olive excitedly told her about Horace’s peculiarity.

Everyone was set up in the living room, where Y/N found herself squished between Bronwyn and Olive. Horace was in his own chair, positioned directly in front of the projector screen as his dreams played out.

It started off with him in a tailor shop, dressed to the nines in a fancy suit and top hat, but cut to Miss. Peregrine showing Jake and Y/N around the property earlier that day.

The next vision was of an older woman strapped to a chair being escorted by men with white eyes. They took the ymbryne into the room, and as the doors closed the image changed once more.

This time it was Emma and Jake, though it was hazy, so Y/N couldn't tell where they were. The two of them stepped closer together, their heads tilting as if they were going in for a kiss. She could hear the kids gasping and giggling to one another. One look at the Jake and Emma caused Y/N to laugh as well. They looked so uncomfortable it was like they were willing themselves to die on the spot.

Miss. Peregrine turned the lights on in the room, interrupting the excitement and waking Horace from his vision. The kids protested, but Emma and Jake couldn't look more relieved. Miss. Peregrine then suggested that Emma walk them back to the loop entrance, but Emma protested it.

That's when Olive chimed in, asking if Jake and Y/N could stay to see the reset. Enoch threw his head back, letting out a loud sigh at the thought of being around Jake more than necessary. Y/N laughed at him and earned a glare in return.

The rain was heavy outside, and Y/N stared up at the sky from under the protection of the roof. Thankfully, it didn't look like it would soak her too quickly.

"There was one of you as well,” Y/N jumped, whipping around to face Horace.

“What?”

“A vision, there was one of you as well, you and Enoch,” With that he left, adjusting the lapels of his jack as he strolled out into the rain. Y/N was confused but followed him out, stopping by Enoch at the back of the group. He didn’t outwardly react to her close presence, and from what Y/N learn of him in the short time she was there, it was probably a good sign.

Miss. Peregrine stood next to the record player, placing the needle on the vinyl. There was static for a moment before an old-timey song started to play. Only moments after the children put their masks on, and Y/N followed their lead.

Y/N heard them before she saw them and looked up to watch the low flying bomber planes pass overhead. There was one last one that was slightly behind the rest, and just as it was passing over the house, the bottom swung open. From it dropped the bomb, the one that caused the destruction that Y/N saw back in her time.

Just as it was about to hit, everything stopped, the air tingling like it did in the cave. Y/N looked around at the floating raindrops, waiting for the moment when the time would start again. While distracted, she missed the fond look Enoch was giving her as she examined the rain, reaching out to touch one the was hovering right in front of her face.

The water droplets moved back up to the sky, and with them, the bomb followed. The planes flew backwards from where they came, and the day went back to the previous night, shifting to daylight, then back to the dark of night.

Y/N quickly ripped the mask off her face, rubbing at the skin absentmindedly. In her excitement, she didn’t notice how uncomfortable it was. She followed Olive upstairs to her room to change, happy to have her own clothes back on. Once changed she met Jake at the front door, and after all the kids demanded that they come back to play again the next day, Emma brought Jake and Y/N to the loop entrance.

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The Therapy of Scarf Making

Ok so this is like p bad and I KNOW knitting takes like so much longer but i got the idea and it seemed cute so apologies for my 1 AM cake fueled Horace drabble

It’s cold and, honestly, none of them are prepared for the weather after decades of sunny september days. Neither is Jacob, it seems growing up in Florida doesn't exactly build up cold tolerance. But for SOME reason Miss P and the Portmans decided holiday break was the perfect time for a trip to Connecticut where in the three days they’ve been there it has reached single digits twice. Jacob wraps the scarf Horace made him around his neck like proud older brother (no one seems to care about the quality, they just smile and Mill even pats him on the back and says “I don’t know if I ever told you ‘good job’ for that ‘race”), but Horace examines his loose stitches and messy work in horror and sets out to buy yarn first thing the next morning. 

He holes himself up in the tiny window seat within the bedroom he shares with Enoch and Millard in the cabin they’ve rented and sets to work. Everyone is gone all day, going out for some sort of winter skiing thing and Horace can gladly do without. He works methodically, and quickly. He hasn’t knit anything in a long time (to many bad memories of sitting in the dark, wet and dirty and scared, tearing up his sweater, which is warm and safe, and trying his best to turn it into something) and it’s almost therapeutic looping yarn around the needles and making something that won’t determine whether one of his friends lives or dies. Claire’s is pink and soft, with big pom poms on each end. He makes it first and stares at it for a while, fingers running mindlessly over pastel puff and wonders why knitting was so hard in the first place. Olive’s is purple and sparkly, it sort of looks like the sky and he thinks she’ll like it. Enoch’s is black and simple. He finishes it in under half an hour and, it is horribly plain but it goes with Enoch’s adopted new style which Jacob refers to a “freaking edgy”, and at least Horace knows he’ll wear it. Hugh’s is striped black and yellow, and he laughs all the while as he stitches tiny bees at the ends. He gets halfway through a mossy brown and green scarf, plain but soft, before realizing that there is no one to give it too. He doesn’t realize he’s sobbing until he finishes the scarf messily. He feels guilty. She deserves better. But he’s out of yarn and suddenly crying far to hard to make anything or look at the green scarf. He should have seen her fall and warned her. He should have stayed. She could have helped more. They told him to stay with Claire so why didn’t he listen. He should have been a coward and stayed and then sh--she.... Then Fiona would still b e h e r e. But then Jacob would be dead. And maybe Claire. And probably him. He’s still shaking hard. Maybe he could have prevented it if had slept. Just like Victor. His Fault His Fault His Fault. He’s still sniffling when he starts Browyn’s scarf until he gets into a rhythm of knit, purl, slip stitch, knit, purl, slip stitch calms him down. Bronwyn takes longer, a woody brown color in a diamond pattern, she deserves something just as nice and warm and perfect as she is. Something nice enough to thank her for helping him through the plethora of nightmares over the past few months (and longer). It’s nothing fancy but he knows she’ll love it for more than just the fact that he made it.

(He finishes Bronwyn’s at 11:06 pm and a few minutes after Miss P calls, says that it’s snowing to hard and they need to stay in a hotel, he says he’s fine and almost means it this time. He hears a loud rustling in the background and Bronwyn grabs the phone and yells at him to ‘actually sleep tonight love’. He looks at her scarf, exceedingly happy that he spent so long on it, and hangs up. He starts his next scarf excitedly because now he has time to finish everything!)

Jacob’s is ribbed and steel blue. He embroiders another ‘J’ in the corner and hopes it’ll make up for the itchy gray monstrosity Jacob’s been wearing around. Emma doesn’t need one, she’s the only one who isn’t cold for very obvious reasons. It feels wrong not to make her one so he chose the lightest red yarn he can find and uses loose stitches. It’s a surprisingly puffy infinity scarf that is really more for fashion than warmth but he likes it. Millard is an idiot who walks around naked when it is freezing because he’s dumb. Horace chose the most subtle yarn color he can find, something off white and warm. He makes him a hat and a scarf, just because he really doesn’t want Millard to get frostbite and prefects his sad-guilt-trip-puppy-dog face for when Mill inevitably attempts to not wear it because of his need to be invisible (and also,apparently, freeze to death). He finishes it’s 3 in the morning and falls asleep halfway through a wide maroon scarf/shawl thing for Miss P. His visions that night are short and ineffective, full of people he doesn’t know and places he doesn’t care about. He wakes up at 7 in the morning when one dream ends in a gunshot and a scream. It’s not like he knew who got shot, but his hands still shake when he unfurls himself from the window seat and makes a cup of tea. He finishes up Miss P’s scarf quickly and gathers up the scarves, hat, yarn, and needles.

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He gives Olive and Claire they’re right before they go play in the snow. After much excited gasping and Olive sort of screaming “It’s like SPACE”, they hug him, he helps the two put them on and they sprint into the snow.

He leaves Enoch’s on his pillow. He snorts a little when he unfolds it and doesn’t bring it up when Horace walks in the room. He doesn’t take it off for the rest of the week.

Hugh burst into excited laughter when he sees his, immediately putting it on. He sobers a bit when Horace silently hands him the half-sloppy brown green scarf. He smiles smaller this time, ruffles Horace’s hair (completely ruining it by the way, but Horace let it slide with minimal sputtering, just this once) and murmurs “Thanks bud”.

Bronwyn cries. She hugs the scarf, examining the careful stitches, and pulling it on before crushing him in a hug that lifts him off the ground. She blushes deep and cries some more when he explains that she deserved something to show how grateful he was for her being so nice. She calls him “The sweetest gentleman I’ve ever met” and squeezes him in another hug

Jacob looks confused a lot, Horace realizes, when he recognizes his specific eye-squint head tilt thing he does all the time when he doesn’t know what is happening.

“But I already have one?” He says marveling at the blue scarf from behind the messy gray one. Horace insists it’s really more a gift for himself because the other scarf is absolutely disgusting. Jacob laughs, loops the blue scarf around the gray one, and pulls Horace into a tight hug.

Emma tells him that he’s ridiculous when he explains why she got one too, poking his nose, before looping it on and telling him it’s perfect.

“This is just so you don’t die.” Horace insist tossing the hat and scarf at Mill while he’s documenting something. Mill flushes deep enough in surprise and excitement at the gift that Horace can actually see him change hues, before he awkwardly splutters something about being invisible and how just a hat and scarf won’t keep him from getting frostbite, but Horace adopts well practiced big, sad eyes and secretly genuine tiny frown and Mill tugs them on as fast a humanly possible. He insists he loves them and Horace knows he means it.

He leaves the package on Miss Peregrine's bed. She thanks him quietly the next morning, wrapped in the loose knit scarf and smiling warmly.

They go out to dinner that night. Everyone is wrapped in their new scarves, other than Horace that is, but he doesn’t mind.

That night he doesn’t dream of anything at all.