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introducing the 𝓶ain 𝓬ast! :

the reader 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

after living her entire life in forks, (full name) is too used to the rainy, gloomy weather. when the sun is out, you'll find her shopping for new outfits, studying too hard for her exams, or watching her boyfriend, jacob, fix his bike.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: fashionable, studious, put-together, optimistic, people-pleaser, somewhat popular, secure, worrywart, fun-loving

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: she has a black cat named pepper ; her rusty old car never works!

jacob black 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

born into the quileute tribe, jacob black was always familiar with familial love, getting his hands dirty, and all the ins and outs of forks. if not at la push, you'll find jacob cliff-diving at first beach, watching film classics, or trying to get (name)'s rusty old car to work again.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: shy at first, super friendly, optimistic, playful, assertive, hot-headed, sarcastic, caring, funny

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: secretly hates pepper, but doesn't tell (name) ; can do tricks on his motorcycle sometimes!

bella swan 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

bella swan is slowly getting used to life in forks, after 11 years of being away. being the 'new girl' at forks high has made her feel a little left out, but thankfully she has (name) and jacob nearby. often, you'll find bella with her nose buried in a book, listening to tunes on her mp3 player, or meeting up with edward in the woods.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: introverted, smart, independent, stubborn, reckless, awkward, cool

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: she hates the cold (lmao)

edward cullen 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

in all of his 108 years of being a vampire, edward cullen was never as in love as he is with bella swan. he's actually very strange and awkward, despite what everyone at forks high thinks. you might catch him playing baseball with his family, learning new songs on the piano, or trying to fit in with bella's friend group.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: smart, protective, brooding, stubborn, socially awkward, intuitive, kinda wise

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: instead of people, he sucks the blood of whatever he can find in the woods (ewww)

a/n: guys PLEASEEE its a twilight summer (kinda like summerween) yk? also in every one of my universes, the reader will always be a fashionable baddie jus sayin

"Come in." You yell out to the door.

Emma is there, as you expected. Her eyes trail over you, and she holds an amused expression.

"You've changed clothes!" Emma states, like it's exciting for her.

You try your best to be polite. "Yeah, my last fit was getting too stuffy."

Emma nods, but you can tell she doesn't exactly relate.

"Do people from your time regularly change clothes often?" Emma asks you, a little bit too eagerly.

What?

"What do you mean, 'from your time'?" You ask, confused. You suspected that Emma was very old-fashioned, but you thought that's just how she was.

Emma blinks for a moment, before she relaxes. "Ohh, I forgot you don't know."

You have a feeling that a crap ton of information is about to be dumped on you. You scoot off of your new bed, slipping on some shoes that you packed.

"Well, I guess this is where our tour starts... and where I tell you everything." Emma retorts.

She waves you forward, and you follow after her, out the door. You peer around the hallway, making yourself familiar with all of the different doors.

"So, I'm assuming you know what peculiarities are already." Emma asks.

"Yeah, it's a recessive gene, right?"

"Yes. Well, Miss Peregrine is a special type of peculiar, called an Ymbryne-"

"Ymbryne? That's a funny word." You mumble.

"Right? We have no idea where it comes from... but anyways, it means she can turn into a bird, but she can also manipulate time." Emma explains.

You feel kind of crazy just listening to Emma like this, like you're actually supposed to believe it.

"To protect all of us from the wights, the hollowghast, and the bombs, Miss Peregrine basically created a time loop for all of Cairnholm." She pauses for a moment.

"The hollowghast are these very dangerous monsters; they will hunt you for your eyes, so that they may gain the power of your peculiarity. Wights are just the smarter, evolved version of them." Emma explains, with a hint of warning in her voice.

Bombs??? Your jaw goes agape for a moment as Emma leads towards a specific room. You can only nod; the hollowghast and wights must be the 'bad people' that your parents mentioned you must escape from.

"The problem is, none of us can see them, not even Miss Peregrine." Emma comments.

That makes your skin crawl. The idea of there being one anywhere, maybe even in the loop...

She pushes open the creaky door, revealing a very old, very victorian washroom. There's a very small toilet, and bathtub, so that's really all you can ask for. Most of it is actually wooden, with a few hints of cream tile here and there.

"This is the washroom. There's another one way off, and we all take turns using both, in no particular order." Emma explains. You nod.

"So, how does that work?" You ask.

"The taking turns?" Emma asks, leaving the door open.

"No, the time loop."

The both of you start making your way towards the staircase.

"Well, it means that we live the same day, September 3rd, 1943. The outside world carries on and ages, while the rest of us don't." Emma states, beginning her walk down the stairs.

After a moment of thinking, your eyes widen. "So all of you are stuck as the age you were when you came into the loop?" You ask, incredulously.

You start to wonder how that logistically works out. Does everyone mentally age, but stay in a child's body? Does everyone stay mentally as the age they physically are?

With an unfortunate frown, Emma peers at you and nods, like she's afraid to admit it out loud.

What the fuck.

"I want you to guess my age." Emma asks.

You take a good look at her. "Maybe like, 17, 18?"

Emma chuckles. "Close. I'm physically 19, but in actual time I'm 84."

You stop in your tracks, mid-step on the stairs. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow as you stare at her. This past week, you thought that you were only staying temporarily.

A tiny, dark amount of dread creeps in your stomach.

"Are you serious? You've been here for like, 65 years?" You ask, half in disbelief.

"Yes. Too long, but it's not like I have any other choice." Emma sighs, wistfully. You can seriously sense the sadness in her voice.

You peer down at the foyer, and then all around you to see if Miss Peregrine was somehow listening or watching.

"Yes you can. You could leave right now." You exclaim, but in an extremely hushed voice. You say it as if you desperately need it to be true.

Emma sadly shakes her head no. "That's not how it works. If you stay here too long and come in contact with the real world, your age will catch up to you. If you stay here past 90, you'll most likely die if you even try to escape."

What Emma tells you feels like the weight of a thousand bricks on your chest. The silence between the both of you is thick.

Emma's expression is solemn, like she understands your shock. With the way her face is, you can tell that she's obsessed over this same very damn thing; the concept of eternity.

"It'll be okay." She starts.

Wordlessly, you follow her down the stairs, into the foyer.

Emma leads you to a doorway off in the corner of the foyer. The faintest scent of bread wafts through the door. You see classic black and white square tiles along the floor, as well as a few wooden cupboards in the background.

"This is the kitchen— hey Olive!"

By the counter, stands a girl with vibrant red hair. You assume her to maybe be about your age. There's a certain fierceness to her eyes that you can't really explain, along with freckles that sprinkle over her nose and cheeks. Similarly to Emma, she wears a flowery, pilgrim-like dress.

Though, you can't stop staring at how she repeatedly handles a slice of bread on a hot stove; she's just flipping it back and forth, no tongs at all. You swear her hands just touched the fire.

"Emma!"

The girl stops her... cooking? and goes to wave back, before she's stopped by the sight of you. You notice the way her jaw immediately drops, before it twists into an excited smile. She gasps.

"You must be the new girl!" Olive exclaims, before leaving her slice of bread aside to step closer.

"I guess I am... I'm (name)." You shyly say.

Olive peers down at your outfit, awestruck. "(Name), you look so new and striking. I never knew that this is what girls in the future are wearing."

She's probably been here longer than you've even been alive, you think.

But, maybe for the first time today, you smile genuinely. "Thanks, I can let you try on some of my clothes sometime, if you'd like?"

Olive smiles joyfully, like you just gifted her a million dollars.

"Really!? Oh, you're so fun! I've always wished that we'd get another girl our age." Olive smiles, meeting eyes with Emma. Emma nods in agreement, like they've both discussed this before. You can tell that the two of them are close.

The redhead then urgently turns back to her piece of toast on the stove, using her bare hands to flip it again like it wasn't even hot to begin with.

"Any of you want one?" She asks, pointing to the toast.

Both you and Emma nod. Olive responds by grabbing two more slices of bread, tossing them onto the bare stove.

"So, what's your peculiarity?" Olive asks you, eagerly.

You feel happy that you can just openly talk about this.

"I can control the weather, rain, snow, tornadoes, all that."

Olive snaps, pointing to Emma. "Mm! That's gonna be very useful for chores."

Emma nods in agreement. "That's what I was thinking-" She turns to you. "-most of us have to do daily chores here. It sucks if you have a 'useful' peculiarity though, because the bird will probably make you do more."

"The bird?" You ask.

"That's what we call Miss Peregrine. The bird, Miss P." Olive butts in, flipping the toasts.

"Ohhh, I see... is your peculiarity fire-related, Olive?" You ask shyly.

She smiles. "That's right, it's fire. I can make it with my hands, handle the heat. Miss P always has me light the fireplace or the candles."

"Here." Olive states, handing each of you a piece of buttered toast. You never even realized how starving you were until the food was right in front of you. This past week was so rough, you had little to no appetite, no sleep either.

"Come with us Olive, I'm just touring." Emma states, between bites of toast.

Olive reaches for these tar-black gloves, slipping them on before switching off the gas stove.

"I thought you'd never ask." She says.

Miss Peregrine's house was just as big as you'd imagined when you first saw it; Emma took you through so many rooms, sections. The library was amazing, with giant chaises, every book you can ever imagine, and even those ladders that you can use to roll across the shelves. The greenhouse was also extraordinary, with beautiful flower bushes, fruits and vegetables, and medicinal herbs.

Though, with every kid you meet, time haunts you.

In the theatre, you ran into this boy named Horace; he wore this monocle, which you found really interesting. Though he couldn't be older than 12, he wears a crisp suit and tie. You thought that he was extremely well-mannered and posh.

What scared you was that he mentioned he knew you were coming, but then explained that it was his peculiarity. He had a prophetic dream of you arriving in Cairnholm, and walking to Miss Peregrine's.

But, the two of you immediately linked over a shared appreciation for clothes. Horace took an instant interest in what you were wearing, asking what it was made of, where it came from, and if that's what's 'in' with girls of your time.

You answered him earnestly and passionately, while he just listened very eagerly. He seems very nice. Everyone here is so kind.

When you met Millard laying in the living room, you literally couldn't believe your eyes. You stared at him a little too much, trying to comprehend how he could possibly be invisible.

Though, seeing Millard kind of persuaded you to believe that all of this is real. After all, there was an invisible person, right in front of you, moving and living. He also was not as shocked to see a 'person from the future', though maybe it's because you couldn't exactly see his facial expressions.

You thought it was amusing how both the girls were completely comfortable around Millard, enough to where they'd each make these snappy and clever jabs at him. Millard is very witty, you learned.

They've probably known each other for over fifty years.

The rest of the peculiar children apparently liked to spend most of their time playing outside.

Just when you thought this place couldn't get any more beautiful, Emma and Olive introduced you to the backyard. Genuinely, who has time to even upkeep this entire place? You were amazed by the different-shaped bushes, vibrant flowers, and even the aphrodite fountain way off to the right.

It only took you a few steps into the garden for the children to start crowding by your feet, staring at your appearance and asking you many, many questions.

There was this boy named Hugh, who could grow bees inside his stomach and control them however he liked. You noticed he wore this beekeeper's hat, to keep them from getting everywhere. Undoubtedly, it was the most strangest peculiarity you've ever seen.

Fiona was very very sweet, she gifted you a flower that she grew herself. You noticed how flowers and little sprouts grew by her feet as she stood. You'll never forget when she asked you if there were flying cars and machines in your time. You said no.

Claire was absolutely adorable; her fluffy pink dress suits her so well. You feel so maternal over her, it makes you want to sew and put her in cute little dresses. Though, you noticed that she was the only one who was secretive of her peculiarity.

You've made a mental not to never cross Bronwyn, because there's no doubt that she could probably throw you through a wall. But thankfully, she is very sweet and kind. When you (awkwardly) greeted her, she lifted you up and spun you around!

All the peculiar children had so much to say, so much to ask you. They asked about flying machines, what it's like in your time, why you wear such 'showy' outfits. Some of them were just chatting you up, like they wanted to impress you and be heard.

All of them were from 1943. It was crazy to see what people from that time were like. It bothered you for some reason that Claire was so little. She never gets to grow up. Every kid you met just brought you more dread, more of a reminder of what would happen if you stayed too long.

Eventually, after much child interrogation, Emma and Olive swept you away back inside the house, to give you a break.

Inside, Olive boiled up some tea for the three of you, which you awkwardly sipped. Truth be told, you've never really been offered tea before. But, it was delicious, like this pear and green tea blend.

The three of you lounge in the living room for a bit, gathered around a low oak coffee table, and surrounded by tall windows.

"I don't know why I was expecting there to be more children, like a schoolhouse. I bet all of you guys are close, since there's only like 8 of your right?" You mention, leaning back on one of the many couches in the home.

Emma and Olive peer at each other knowingly, before Olive sets her empty mug down on the table.

"Well... there's one more person you have to meet." Olive states.

You peer at her expectantly.

"His name's Enoch. He spends most of his time in his room." Emma says, with a bit of a playful jab in her voice. She sets down her finished tea.

"Now should be an alright time to bother him, right?" Olive asks Emma, turning around to look at the grandfather clock lined up next to the bookshelves.

"Probably. I mean, what else could he possibly be doing?" Emma asks. The two nod.

Emma and Olive rise from their seats, and you follow suit. Kindly, Olive reaches her two gloved hands out to you, excitedly pulling you out of your seat with a giggle. You can still feel a warmth from her hands, through the gloves.

"Come! It's the last of the tour anyway." Olive states.

You discard your mugs in the sink, before marching up the staircase. It creaks under your feet, reminding you of how truly old the house is. Miss Peregrine's starts to feel familiar to you by the tiniest bit; you recognize the washroom as you pass by.

"Just warning you, Enoch can come across as..." Emma starts, as you're all walking through the hall of bedrooms.

"Grumpy." Olive fills in.

"Yeah, but he doesn't mean anything by it so don't take it to heart." Emma says, solemnly.

"I'll keep that in mind." You say.

Finally, you all reach Enoch's bedroom door, which happens to be the very last one at the end of the hall. The door is blank, yet seriously olden and worn with age.

Emma's the one to knock on the door.

"Enoch! There's someone we want you to meet!"

At first, there's no answer at all, before Emma leans her ear up against the door. She knocks once more.

"Enoch, let us in!" Emma exclaims.

A set of heavy footsteps causes Emma to step back. You hear shuffling, just behind the door, and the sound of a lock being handled with.

The door creaks open, and your eyes widen just the tiniest bit.

There, leaning against the doorframe, stands a guy, with possibly the darkest under-eye circles you've ever seen. His head of short, dark curls hangs low, yet his piercing gaze still scans over you. You peer at him for a second, noting his pale skin and angular face.

He dresses exactly how you imagined a guy from the 1940's would dress; a crumpled white dress shirt and sweater over his broad shoulders. A pair of slacks, some loafers. He'd be taller, you think, if it weren't for the way he slouches.

You feel awkward, magnified under his gaze, but you're kind of used to that today. You kind of expected Enoch to be a little kid, not some young adult from a dark academia Pinterest board.

Though, you don't notice the way his earns turn slightly red, the way he knowingly meets gazes with both Emma and Olive.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Our new girl, (name)." Emma states, matter-of-factly.

"We're introducing her to everyone." Olive also states.

After a moment, you look at him. "Hi. It's nice to meet you."

There's this awkward pause that only lasts a split-second, but to you feels like 10 minutes. You gaze at Enoch for an answer, watching his eyes scale over your face, your outfit, your hands.

"Hello. First time seeing a girl from the future." He says, a hint of something you can't decipher in his voice.

"Oh, I've been hearing that a lot." You reply, with a breathy chuckle. You notice the way the corner of his mouth slights upward, just the slightest bit.

Olive eyes Enoch's room, craning her neck.

"Enoch let us in." She whines. Enoch scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I've already introduced, isn't that enough?" Enoch replies, tiredly.

"Let us in Enoch, you can show her your peculiarity. You've been cooped up in there alone for too long." Emma says.

There's a certain expression written on Enoch's face, one of hesitancy, as if he has something to hide. Shame, maybe. But, he glances between the two girls and sighs, taking a step aside and slowly pushing the door all the way open.

Both Emma and Olive let out a successful cheer, dragging you through the door. You notice the way he holds the door open for the three of you.

Olive cheerfully beelines for the window, shaking the curtains of dust a bit before parting them wide open, allowing for sunlight to pour into the room. Emma scans through some bookshelves near the window, searching for something.

As you saunter around, you're met with the most olden, but personalized bedroom you've ever seen. There's a well-made bed in the corner, but what amuses you the most is the pleathora of old books and bookshelves around the room. A large table stands in the middle, scattered with papers, sketchbooks, charcoal, and trinkets. Everything is somehow brown, black, or earthly-colored. Sketches on paper decorate the walls.

Though, your awe slowly turns to horror when you realize there are various jars filled with various... body parts? lining other shelves. You squint at them for a second in shock, seeing bones, hearts, and other mysterious organs. You try to be polite, by pretending you never saw them.

"They're not human."

You flinch at the sound of Enoch's voice, behind you. You didn't even realize that he was so close.

"The... jars?" You ask, turning around. He nods.

"No. Just animals. I'm not that weird." Enoch remarks, before sauntering towards the girls.

If you say so, you think.

Enoch goes to lean against the high table, like he's waiting for Olive and Emma to leave.

"Enoch, show (name) your peculiarity." Emma asks, gesturing towards the table with a book in her hand.

You make your way over there, trying to find something in his room to interest yourself with so that you don't look odd just standing there.

Enoch stares at Emma with a frown, like he's trying to plead no with his eyes. He seems embarrassed, or maybe a little ashamed. With a heavy sigh, Enoch leans off the table, and you watch as he walks over to a particular shelf.

The floorboards creak under his heavy shoes as she picks out a specific jar from the shelf which you can see is filled with various small hearts. He sets it on the table, before walking off another corner of his room, in which he grabs this clay figurine.

At the large table, Enoch unscrews the jar of hearts, before making the quickest glance at you through his hanging hair to see you're paying attention. You are. You conceal your disgust as Enoch pulls a little heart out with his bare fingers. At this point, you really don't know what to expect with people's peculiarities.

You watch as Enoch worms the little heart into the chest of the clay doll, deep. He lays the doll flat on the table, pinching the chest cavity closed. He then places his palms on the table, like he's trying to concentrate. The room is silent as he stares at the clay doll very intently, without blinking.

A yelp escapes your mouth when the clay doll suddenly comes to life, wriggling and squirming around before rising up like a vampire would. You can't keep your eyes away as the doll stands up on it's own, moving around the table like it's alive.

Slightly disturbed, you peer at Enoch for answers, but he just stares at you back. He's really good at that, you think.

"Enoch is a necromancer." Olive states, eyeing the doll as it shuffles around on the table.

"Wow." Is all you can say.

Enoch jerks his neck to the left the smallest bit, which seems to deactivate the doll. It drops down, lifeless and as limp as it was when he pulled it from the shelf.

"Can't do it without hearts though." Enoch remarks.

"So you Just have jars of random animal hearts?" You ask. Enoch nods.

Enoch goes to put his things away, while Emma is skimming through a book and Olive is toying with some of his trinkets. They seem very comfortable with him, like they come in here to bother him all the time.

Olive peers at you. "(Name), show us your peculiarity! I don't think you have yet."

Now that you think about it, you haven't. Secretly, you feel really glad that you can just openly show off your peculiarity; you're too used to concealing everything. From across the room, Enoch intently peers at you.

"I guess I can try." You say shyly; you feel like you have to do it properly, since there are actual peculiar people around you.

Thinking for a moment, you take a few steps towards the window, pushing the curtains open more so that the ocean and outer woods are totally visible. The three of them intently watch as you gaze out into the sky.

After admiring the view for a second, you focus really hard on the sky, envisioning what you want to create. You raise your hand practically up to the glass, pursing your lips as you concentrate.

Enoch, Olive, and Emma watch in awe as a mass of dark grey storm clouds start to form over the ocean. They come together quickly, transforming into a collection of clouds that starts to pour rain. They can hear the rumbling thunder, the loud pitter-patter of the rain.

You let the rain last for a couple of moments, before trying to dissipate them with the wave of your hand. As the dark clouds slowly turn lighter in color, dispersing further throughout the sky, golden sunlight leaks through the clouds. In turn, what forms is a beautiful, half-arch of a rainbow across the ocean, starting in the clouds and ending just at the horizon.

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that it didn't end poorly. You turn to them.

"Wow!"

"(Name) that was amazing!"

Emma and Olive make tiny claps, with amused smiles, and you blush. You don't notice it, but Enoch's jaw is slightly agape, his unblinking and wide-eyed gaze on you.

"Thanks guys, I try to practice that." You admit, flustered.

Suddenly, this sharp, piercing pain cuts through to the back of your head. You squeeze your eyes shut and your eyebrows crinkle, immediately reaching your palm to the back of your head to feel over the pain.

"Oh, (name) what's wrong?" Emma asks you, her hand on the side of your arm.

"Sorry... I just get bad headaches if I overdo it." You mention, peeling your eyes open. You feel almost embarrassed, being fussed over.

Olive goes over to you. "That's okay. Let's have you go back to your room to rest, until dinnertime."

You nod in agreement, trying your very best to ignore the pain that burns in your head.

As Emma and Olive kindly usher you out of the bedroom, Enoch is already at the door, holding it wide open for the three of you. As you all pour out into the bedroom hall, you turn your head to look at Enoch one last time. He looks at you for a split second, before closing the door, locking it afterwards.

As Emma leads you all down the hall, you realize your room is only two doors down from his.

"Wow, that went well." Olive mumbles.

Emma looks at you. "Usually, he's way more grumpy and rude than that."

"Really?" You ask. "He seems alright."

Olive chuckles. "Just wait until you catch him on three hours of sleep, then he's really a monster."

You let out an amused huff, trying to imagine him as some rude stickler.

The three of you reach your bedroom. Kindly, Emma opens the door for you and you step inside, before looking at your two new friends.

"Thanks Emma, Olive for giving me a tour. You're both so nice to me." You tell them, earnestly.

They both give you this kind, warm smile.

"It's nothing, (name). We're just so excited to have another fellow girl!" Olive exclaims, turning towards a happily nodding Emma.

"We'll show you all the things, even the secret ones." Emma mentions, with a wink.

"Well, we'll leave you alone for a bit. Dinner will be roasted fish tonight, so one of us will call you over when it's ready." Olive explains, and you nod.

You give both of the girls a wave, as they step away towards the staircase. They wave at you back, before you softly close the door shut.

You let out a long sigh, turning around to gaze upon your new bedroom. It's so nice to have a moment of silence, especially after talking to people all day. It's been a rough week, and the presence of your headache quickly lulls you to sink into your bed.

As you lay down, you can't help but start to ponder about what Emma said. It's been on your mind all day; that everyone here has been here for over half a decade, and that they can't leave.

It scares you like nothing ever has before, something that's inevitable and all-consuming. Eternity. So many different thoughts and ideas swirl through your head, and you start to wonder if this is all really how it's going to be.

a/n: ugh i need pearverse enoch so badddd 😩😩😩😩, anyways ya emma n olive r ur loop bestiessssss

should i make playlists for this???????

anyway here is what you wear when you change (sorry its low quality):

what (name) saw as soon emma told her that the loop is eternal and entrapping:

(name) walking into miss peregrine's for the first time:

From there, your parents begun to unravel the twisted extent of your lineage, telling you about how your bloodline is prone to birthing peculiar children. They showed you strange photographs, family albums, and explained what it all meant.

Your mother said that it was her deepest fear, that you'd be born peculiar.

Nothing could ever erase the horror in your parents's eyes when you revealed to them that you've hid your peculiarity since you were eleven. You're eighteen now; on the track to graduating and going off to college... or so you thought.

With frantic and wild abandon, before you can even begin to process everything you've been told, your parents demanded that you must pack your bags immediately. The most they said was that there were bad, evil people that will hunt you down for what you have. You were to be sent to a 'residential care center' at once.

They never said when you can come back.

You cursed yourself deeply, wishing that you could've just hidden your abilities forever, wishing that you could've just happily graduated, wishing that you could've given the world what you had in store.

So, after the most agonizing goodbye you've ever had to make, a restless flight to the UK, and hundreds of cry sessions, you end up here—on a rickety ferry ride to Cairnholm with only a suitcase, duffel bag, and the clothes on your back.

The only directions you have to this 'care center' is a slip of paper with chicken scratch. You gaze at it as it flips and flaps about between your fingers, wondering what all of this could even be for.

fly to wales take ferry to cairnholm follow the bird into the cave

You've lost count of how many times you've read over these instructions since they were given to you, puzzled at what 'follow the bird' could even mean. These are the worst directions ever; you wouldn't be surprised if you just ended up stranded on a random island with no way out.

You shove the slip of paper back into your pocket, deciding that reading it over and over again isn't going to be helpful. The island in the horizon is now closer, enough to where you can start to see the lonesome houses.

The island looks just as it did when you searched it up on the internet, gloomy and practically barren. There seems to be an empty dock, where old-fashioned shacks and shops line up side by side.

Being honest with yourself, Cairnholm doesn't look too promising; you just hope you can push through with this journey unscathed.

The ferryman said that he'd come back to Cairnholm in a day to make sure that you're okay, and to make sure that you wouldn't be stranded forever on this strange island.

You're sure that the gravelly cobblestone of the dock shredded up the wheels of your suitcase; this town is almost too old-fashioned, all of the houses and buildings were small, with many windows.

A heavy feeling starts to settle in your stomach as you walk through the empty, cobbled streets of Cairnholm. Slowly, you start to realize how eerily empty this town is. You see no people at all, no lights on or anything. It's completely abandoned.

You stop just at the edge of where the block ends, where grey buildings and pavement turn into ankle-high grass and a thicket of overgrown trees. Dead, brown vines are strewn across branches, and the forests are so thick you can barely see past them.

"Fuck." You mutter to yourself. Are you really going to have to spend the night here? Was this maybe the wrong island?

You look back to see if the ferry had already left. It had. You rake your hands through your hair, the realization slowly starting to settle in. You readjust the straps of your duffel bag, feeling scared.

But, before you could frantically reach for the instructions in your pocket, a shrill screech cuts through the windy air.

You flinch, immediately turning your head to see what the sound was.

There, perched on the branch of the closest tree, stood a peregrine falcon. You can practically feel it's piercing gaze cutting through you, it's feathers a periwinkle silver.

You do a double take for a second, looking left and right for some kind of miraculous explanation, before peering back at it. Are peregrine falcons even native here? You think back to the directions you were given, 'follow the bird'.

Staring at the peregrine falcon, you bite your lip in thought. It's not just some coincidence that there's a bird just waiting for you just as you got off the ferry, right?

The bird screeches at you once more, almost as if to beckon you.

Slowly, you grab your already-ruined suitcase, taking a few timid steps towards the trees. The bird watches you for a moment, before spreading it's wings. You watch intently as it flies to a slightly further branch, and you realize that it expects you to follow it.

Before taking another step, you peer back at the ghost town behind you, before back towards the falcon. With a sigh, you start walking further towards the woods, stepping over weeds and debris.

"I can't believe I'm actually following a bird... there's no way." You mutter under your breath, keeping a watchful eye on the peregrine falcon that continues to leap across the branches.

Turns out, there was an end to the woods.

Dragging your suitcase through the forest didn't last long. The eerie, vine-ridden thicket quickly came to an end when the falcon led you out into a wide clearing. You could see tall cliffs and slabs of jagged rock for miles on end.

Watching from the ferry, you never would've guessed that this tiny island would have such vast cliffs. Short patches of grass grow between the rocks.

You scan the cloudy sky for the bird, which you catch soaring just ahead, towards what seems to be a cave in the distance. A tiny gasp escapes you as you spot the mass of black carved into the side of a short cliff, and you think back to the slip of paper in your pocket.

"Oh my god." You utter.

Hurriedly, you walk faster across the rocky plane, hoping that the bird won't leave you behind from flying too fast.

But, with every step you take, you start to see an ivory-white figure standing by the cave. You pause for a moment. The situation feels creepy; it's almost like a white ghoul has finally come to fetch your soul.

Squinting, you watch as the peregrine falcon disappears just over the caved cliff, leaving you alone with the strange... person?

You debate just stopping altogether, but you have a feeling that the person is supposed to be there, since the bird was just okay with leaving you there. The further you walk, the more you can start to make out the person's face.

It's a girl, maybe even the same age as you. The first thing you notice about her is her hair, which is the lightest shade of blonde that you have ever seen. Her skin is almost as pale as her hair, with the exception of her rosy cheeks.

Her blue eyes scan over you, and you notice how utterly shocked she is at the sight of you. Her jaw drops for a moment, before snapping shut as if to hide her surprise. What intrigues you about her the most is her choice of fashion; a baby blue, almost pilgrim-like dress and these extremely intricate, iron shoes. She looks almost like shes from another time period.

As you finally approach her, you don't really know what to say. "Hi, I'm here for the residential care center for weirdos!", "Hi, why are you at a random cave?", "Does that bird understand me?"

She gives you this curt smile, that barely hides her shock. You don't do anything at first; you probably look like pure shit right now.

"Do you know why I'm here?" You ask her, after a moment of silence. She senses the pure exhaustion in your voice.

"Yes."

You let out a sigh of relief, holding your hand to your chest.

"I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you." She says curtly. You nod, feeling the need to match her politeness.

"I'm (Name)."

Emma smiles.

"Here, let me take that from you." She politely says, reaching out to your duffel bag. She seems normal, like a trustable person with good manners.

"Are you sure?" You ask, your voice uncharacteristically tiny and shy.

She firmly nods, slinging your duffel bag over her shoulder.

"Come on now, we can't be late." She says, slowly turning towards the cave.

She starts walking into the cave, and you follow after her, dragging the suitcase along with you. Hundreds of questions, all that you've deeply pondered on the way here, start to float to the surface.

"Late to... where?" You ask. Throughout this entire trip, your destination has kind of been a mystery.

It scares you how pitch black the cave is, but you might just have to trust this girl enough to lead the way. The both of you continue walking, the sound of Emma's heavy shoes echoing throughout the cave walls.

"Miss Peregrine's. She has this home, for Peculiar children, like us."

The word peculiar makes your head turn.

"Peculiar. That's the word my parents were saying... are you peculiar too?" You ask her hesitantly.

Emma nods enthusiastically, and you sense a tinge of excitement in your voice. "Yes. I can control air. What about you?"

Your jaw drops a little bit, how she can just freely and openly speak about it. For a split second, you wonder if she's actually telling the truth.

"I guess I can control the weather." You admit.

It feels so freeing and liberating to say that; to just casually talk about something that was once such a deep secret.

"That's got to be useful for something. I can only float, hold my breath for a long time, and breathe out air really quickly." She says positively.

You fight the urge to ask her if she can show you her abilities, right then and there. You feel so comforted, so alike to each other.

Walking, you start to see the faintest flicker of a light at the end of the tunnel. You secretly let out a sigh of relief. Emma walks towards it almost as if it's second nature.

A twinge of excitement starts to fill you as you saunter closer and closer towards the warm light. Maybe, things could be good here. If the first person you've ever met that's a part of this 'home for peculiar children' is this sane and kind, maybe the rest aren't so bad either.

You want to ask her so many questions, but you refrain to only one.

"Is everyone there peculiar?" You ask.

Emma nods. "Yes, everyone, even Miss Peregrine."

"Wow..." You mumble, imagining a picture in your head of what Miss Peregrine's place would be like.

After a comfortable few more seconds of walking, you start to draw more attention towards the end of the cave. The bright light is almost blinding, but you swear that you can make out a few bushes or plants here and there.

"Watch your step here, there's a dip that we can't get rid of." Emma mentions, and you watch as she steps over it, and walks into the blinding light.

You match her steps, lifting your suitcase by it's handles. The light almost gives you a headache as you gaze into it, leaving you to squint and raise a hand over your eyes.

Hesitantly, you blindly take a few steps forward, allowing the warm glow to envelop you. You're shocked as you immediately feel the warmth of the sun, which was starkly different to the cold and windy Cairnholm you were just in.

It takes a few blinks for you to get used to the sun; the first thing you see is Emma, waiting for you with your duffel bag still on her shoulder. She stands on a ground of lush, green grass, in front of an extremely tall and extremely thick rose bush.

You can't fight the gasp that escapes your throat, your jaw wide open with shock. You turn your head left and right, eyes scanning over the tall rosebushes that surround you, and then the big blue sky that reigns above.

"What? Oh my god, it was super cloudy just a second ago!" You exclaim, spinning your head around for answers.

"I promise, we'll explain everything when we get there." Emma reassures you, stepping off towards a grassy pathway.

You follow her past the rainbow of rose bushes, until they start to melt away into tall reeds of grass.

There in the distance, across a mossy marsh, stood a tall, maybe even three-story victorian mansion, ribboned in old vines. It's almost glorious, standing so beautifully in the clearing.

"Oh my god..." You mutter, gazing at it as you pass by the marsh. Miss Peregrine must be so rich, you think.

Finally, you arrive at the (very tall) door of Miss Peregrine's home.

Up close, the house is entirely more beautiful than you can imagine; beautiful flowers crawl up the walls, intricate carvings decorate the doorknob. The house seems fitting for someone named 'Miss Peregrine'.

You watch in anticipation as Emma knocks on the door three times, to which it almost immediately swings open. Though, the door doesn't slam, rather, perfectly stops just before it hits the doorstop.

In the doorway stood a woman, tall and poised, who you can only assume is the Miss Peregrine herself. The most notable things about her are both her onyx peplum blazer, as well as the dramatic swoop in which she styles her hair. You stare at the comically large pipe in her hands as she takes a hit from it, sighing out thick puffs of smoke.

You can't believe people like this exist.

Her gaze scans over you, yet she doesn't seem surprised like Emma was. You notice how her eyes match the color of the peregrine falcon you saw earlier, which further confirms your suspicions. That is probably something to do with her peculiarity.

"Welcome back, Emma." Miss Peregrine says warmly.

Emma smiles. "Hello Miss Peregrine, I've brought back our new guest."

"In perfect timing too. Well done, Emma." Miss Peregrine affirms, before turning to you.

She curiously looks towards you, her eyes almost widening. You feel awkward under her gaze, like you have to do exactly as she says. Should you curtsy?

You're taken by surprise when she takes a step forward, enveloping you in a warm hug. Tears almost prick at your eyes as you accept her embrace, your suitcase handle slipping out of your grasp as you slowly return the hug.

"I know you've come a long way, (name). You are safe now."

The tone of her voice is so secure, so comforting. You want nothing more than to just fall into her arms, and maybe fall into a deep sleep.

Miss Peregrine lets go of you, her warm hands resting on your forearms.

"Come inside, (name). I will show you to your new room. Emma, if you would please, take her bag with you."

Miss Peregrine kindly guides you inside, and you once again find yourself in awe of the house. An intricate, crystal chandelier hangs just above where you stand. There's too many doorways, and you can only assume each of them lead to even more pretty parts of the home.

You catch sight of two pairs of eyes staring directly at you from behind a doorway, before they quickly disappear.

You feel even more excited now, your worries momentarily dissipating at the sight of your new future home. It's safe, clean. Miss Peregrine makes her way towards the maroon staircase ahead, as Emma follows after her. You lift your suitcase by it's handles, trailing after Emma whilst sightseeing every part of the home.

The stairs lead up to a vast hallway, one lined with many bedrooms. You soak it all in, thinking that maybe, this is just a dream of some sort. Miss Peregrine passes by many bedrooms, and each of them have their own unique touch to them. You spot one with dried flowers hung from the door, another with a sign that says, 'Olive' on it.

The three of you finally reach a door, one that's further down the hall than the others. It's blank.

"Make yourself at home, (name). I will give you some time to rest and unpack, and then I will have Emma give you a tour." Miss Peregrine states, pushing open the door.

"Okay. Thank you." You say genuinely.

The room is actually much nicer than you expected; clean floors, a made bed, an oak dresser, a small vanity, and even a quaint bay window. You actually might just love it.

Emma gently places your duffel bag onto your new bed, while you wheel your suitcase up near it. The bird stands at the doorway, watching you both.

"I'll be off, but I will see you at supper, (name)." Miss Peregrine says, with a twinkle in her eye. You nod.

Miss Peregrine smiles, before walking away, the sound of her shoes echoing down the hall. Emma, before stepping out of your room, points to a particular doorway.

"Washroom is just over there if you need it. I'll come back in an hour or two to give you a tour." Emma states.

"Thanks. I'll be ready."

Past Emma, you spot the same two pairs of eyes hidden just beyond the stairwell. They quickly vanish, and you peer back at Emma. With a smile, the blonde softly closes your door, but you can still hear her walk away with her heavy shoes.

The silence that surrounds you is too lonely, like you have to debrief yourself with everything that had just happened. Finally, I am somewhere safe, you think. Nevertheless, all the questions you've had catch up to your mind as you start getting lost in your own thoughts.

Who are the 'bad people' that your parents spoke about? When can you go back home, to your normal life? Why was it cloudy before, but completely sunny when you got here?

You decide to just unpack for now, and settle in, but not too much, since you're only staying here temporarily. Being under a roof finally gives you the chance to relax, and maybe change out of the clothes you've been in for the past three days.

Hopefully, things will be good here.

a/n: okay!!! part one is done!!!! i hope u guys like it!!!!!! i put a lot of thought into this story, and it was all actually started on pinterest

also yes i've name y/n a y2k baddie who loves fashionnnn okay yall trust this story is gunna get goooddddd

also this is the muthafuckin fitttt (i made this dw i didnt steal this from someone)

introducing the 𝓶ain 𝓬ast! :

the reader 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

in the loop, (full name) tries her absolute best to remain positive and happy in the face of eternity. to cope, you'll find her swimming in the beach with emma and olive, creating rainbows for the children, or hanging out with her boyfriend, enoch.

˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ peculiarity: atmokenesis - she can control the weather at will! however, she must be in control of her emotions. she also gets terrible migraines when she over-does it.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: problem-solver, optimistic, creative, adaptive, friendly, self-loathing, cheerful, whimsical

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: has an mp3-player that somehow, miraculously, keeps working in the loop ; has once tried to run away from the loop

enoch o'connor 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

enoch o'connor has been in this loop for decades, longer than he can count. so much time living the same day has left him hopeless and bitter. he can often be found tinkering with body parts he shouldn't, creating stunning drawings in his sketchbook, or picnicing with his girlfriend, (name).

˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ peculiarity: necromancy - enoch can raise the dead of any living being, so much as he has access to some kind of heart. he keeps jars of them in his room (yuck!)

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: grumpy, secretly emotional, deeply romantic, attentive, actions over words, pessimistic, good-hearted, nerdy

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: can sing very well, but does not like showing it; does not like to necromance humans

emma bloom 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

emma bloom is soft, yet hard-headed when she needs to be. she was left heartbroken when abe left the loop to fight in the war; though it is now an unspoken thing among everyone. more than anything, she loves cloud-watching, learning makeup 'techniques' from (name), or looking at old photos in her secret hideout.

˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ peculiarity: aerokinesis - emma can control all things air; the wind, her breath, fire, etc.

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: kind, selfless, wistful, productive, secretive, fun-loving, brave, nurturing, resilient

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: can blow-dry everyone's hair lmao

a/n: took inspiration from ethel cain's 'willoughby tucker i will always love you' album for her

olive elephanta 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

olive elephanta, despite her peculiarity, is very gentle. years of practicing her abilities in the loop has made her patient, confident, and a thrill-seeker at times. you can mainly find her practicing her hairstyling skills on the girls, hanging out with (name) and emma, or wandering around cairnholm.

˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ peculiarity: pyrokinesis - olive can control fire and withstand high heat with her hands

⋆˚꩜｡ personality: clever, strong, sometimes loud, excited, sure, patient, silly, street-smart, emotionally intelligent

⋆˚࿔ fun facts: she sometimes likes to burn charcoal to use as eyeliner

notes: this might just be an insert of myself into mphfpc, rather than it being a real x-reader. i've put a lot of thought into this, like how their lives would be, how they would feel, how they interact with eachother.