#mphfpc x reader

There’s something about his anger that warms your stomach.

You’re not really sure what it is about the way his jaw pulls taut that drives you up the wall but you know you’re done for the first time it happens.

The way he glares at you thrums through you in pulses that run down south and that feeling alone is enough for you to pluck his strings raw. You think he might hate your guts by now; you love it. Ruining him in ways only you can.

Leant against his door frame, observing the pinch of his face is your favourite pastime by now. His curls are frizzed from the run of his fingers, it’s a habit he’s picked up since you came along and honestly you think the look of it’s god given. It’s another thing he despises, another part of you instilled into who he is.

He’s been stuck round a bend of frustration for days, searching high and low for the metal contraption only you knew the whereabouts of. He’d clocked you the second it’d happened and stayed angry since.

“Give it back already, Y/n.” He grits. The curve of his words shoot a tingle up your neck.

Christ, do you love him like this.

Enoch sneers when you only grin in response. The scrape of his chair is nothing to the slam of his palms against the table's surface.

“I’m sick of your attitude and your stupid grin.” There’s no cordial to his words at all and you revel in his lack of composure like it’s the world's greatest gift.

Your heart hums. “You’ll survive, Enoch.”

He about snarls at you, crazed and rabid as you like him. There isn’t a second for you to process him standing before you until your back’s against the wall of his room. He towers over you, glaring through you with enough lasering heat it scorches your cheeks red and your stomach hot.

The brown of his irises, drowned by the black of his pupil, have never looked as pretty as now, hot with the rage you consumed him in. It’s an awful triumph you feel, making him as consumed by you as you are by him.

You’re definitely not giving him that part back.

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"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:

Jake:

•So very very awkward ...

•Enjoys hand holding but scared of general physical touch

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

•you're definitely the only thing he talks about

•he loves to take you exploring

•likes to lay his head on your lap

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

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

•You two like to sneak out and watch sunsets together

Olive

•Sweetest thing ever

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

•loves laying her head on your chest

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

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

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

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

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

•handwritten love letter for DAYS

Enoch

•he struggles so much with showing his love for you

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

•loves feeling validated

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

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

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

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

•loves to go on walks with you

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

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

•he loves when you help him make new dolls

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

Emma

•Always cuddling

•she gets mad easily but is quick to apologize

•physical touch is everything to her

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

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

•you guys totally sneak out and stargaze together

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

Everyone had ghosts, some more than others. Everything had things they wanted to hide, some more desperate to keep their secrets than most. Y/n seemed to find himself among the few in desperation, though it was more out of wanting peace than fear. There were the obvious secrets; The library of souls revitalizing his life, what had happened in Devil's Acre, what Caul was doing. Those secrets he kept for the peace of others, for the peculiar's like Eugene who lives in blissful ignorance of what danger's posed against them. Of course, like everyone Y/n kept secrets for selfish reasons too. But was it so selfish to not want to tell your roommate that he looks like your dead lover? What harm to anyone but himself would keeping something like that a secret really do?

Y/n sat facing the lone window in the shared dorm, bare feet absorbing the cold of the wooden floorboards and grounding him. It seemed that Ajax getting up before him was a one-time thing. He felt selfish with the way his gaze pulled over Ajax's sleeping form. Even his name alone sent a stroke of cruel irony through Y/n's chest. Victor was fascinated by Greek mythos. Ajax the greater, Ajax the lesser, great Greek warriors of the Iliad. But the Ajax lying asleep across the room from him was no Greek warrior, he was more than the mere mortal men those Greek heroes were, he was a gorgon who captured the likeness of his lost lover. He hoped his story would not be as tragic as Ajax the Great's, though he supposed Victor was more akin to Ajax the Great than the Gorgon. A strong man with the heart of a warrior causing his own undoing due to ambition, no, that didn't fit Ajax the Great. If Y/n were to compare his life to the Iliad perhaps Victor was the Patroclus to his Achilles. Yes, Victor was his Patroclus, but what did that make Ajax?

"Why the Greeks?" Y/n asked as he leaned against the hallway wall across from the bathroom. Victor opened the door, leaning against its frame as he brushed his teeth. "What do you mean?" Victor tilted his head, Y/n letting out a quiet "gross" as foamy toothpaste dropped onto his bare chest. "I mean, like, out of all the mythology, why do you like the Greeks so much?" The other boy chuckled, "Are you kidding?" He said as he pushed off of the doorframe, walking back into the bathroom, "The Greeks are so epically tragic. Pyramus and Thisbe inspired Shakespeare to write Romeo and Juliet." Like a dragon to gold, Y/n followed after Victor into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the clawfoot iron tub. "What's so great about tragedy?" The blue-eyed boy locked eyes with Y/n through the mirror as he rinsed the paste from his mouth. "What is life without a little tragedy?" Victor questioned back as he wiped the stray toothpaste from his chest, turning to face his lover. "That's what makes life so exciting, isn't it? There is no reward without a little risk, just as there is no true love without a little loss."

Such thoughts were better topics of debate for the moral compass that was still hiding somewhere within Y/n. His brain focusing on the sleeping beauty across from him. That was another irony, he supposed, the way the gorgon looked like he was carefully carved from marble, skin absent of any marks that would abstain perfection. Though, with Victor Y/n found those marks to be part of the charm. The way the freckles on the strong man's back resembled the constellation Ophiuchus, the way the scar on his lower lip pulled taut when he would smile that tight-lipped smile. But as his eyes scanned over the doppelganger across from him he only found expanses of untainted lean muscle, smoothed to marble perfection as if his existence was sculpted as a curse from the Greek Gods the mythos said his kind originated from. It seemed the weight of his stare didn't go unnoticed as Ajax began to stir, muscle pulling beneath tanned skin as he pushed off of his stomach to sit up, spine popping with each movement.

Y/n's eyes shot back to the window as if fearing getting burned in the act of being caught in his line of sight. He pushed himself up, moving around the twin bed to grab the unopened welcome package Weems gave him that contained his uniform. Y/n couldn't bring himself to open it any sooner, the burden of the change still wishing to be held off in his mind. As he opened the box, Y/n was quick to carelessly throw aside the uniform blazer on his pristinely made bed. Living in the loop under Miss Peregrine's care, he had grown into the habit of making his bed to prison-like perfection as soon as he rose from sleep. "Do you always get up early on weekends and sleep in on school days?" Y/n asked as he heard Ajax groan, a sign he was actually getting up and not just stirring in his sleep. "My alarm didn't go off," The gorgon grumbled out as Y/n pulled his pajama shirt off to change, torso shining with the cold sweat he always got when having a nightmare.

"Yeah, it did. It went off an hour ago." Y/n stated matter-of-factly as he pulled on his undershirt, smoothing out every invisible wrinkle that wouldn't be seen anyways. He could hear the confused hum that resounded across the room in tired confusion, "Why didn't you wake me up?" Y/n paused in buttoning the cufflinks of the uniform button-up, head tilting in the gorgon's direction. "That's what the alarm is for, isn't it?" Ajax grumbled and sheets shuffled as he got up from his bed, lazily dragging himself into the bathroom as Y/n buttoned up his shirt. This was it, no more chances to turn back and run. New place new life, again. The third time's the charm. The bathroom door in their dorm creaked as Ajax opened it, leaning against the doorframe with his toothbrush loosely hanging from his mouth.

"Hey, did I, um, do something?" Y/n's hands froze in the drawstring of his pajama pants. "What? Why would you think that?" Ajax shrugged as he pivoted back into the bathroom, "I don't know. Yesterday, when you had lunch with the group, Yoko was giving me that stare she does when I do something wrong." Y/n shrugged despite Ajax not being able to see him, "Well, maybe that has nothing to do with me." Life outside of the loop was like a rollercoaster, and he never wanted to get off, even if he would be the reason for the brakes failing and the cart to fly off the rails. But he couldn't let that happen just yet, right now, Y/n craved nothing more than stability, and he knew Yoko's scolding glances likely did have something to do with him. He let out a sigh as he sat on his bed, fingers picking at the creases on his uniform pants. "You're always so sulky," Ajax said as he adjusted his beanie while he reentered the main room of their dorm. Y/n furrowed his brows as his head shot back to Ajax, "I don't sulk. I just... have a lot to think about, and too much time to think about it."

Ajax nodded as he pulled his uniform from his drawer. "So, who are you inviting for parents' weekend?" Y/n just stared at the gorgon, "I'm an orphan, there's nobody to invite." He could practically feel the pity that radiated off of Ajax. He could see the questions that flashed over his eyes, and he knew he wouldn't want to answer most of them. "Most of us are, peculiarity skips a generation." Y/n's explanation didn't seem to help at all with Ajax's pitying energy. "Oh, I didn't- sorry." Ajax seemed flustered at the revelation, all the signs were there, and it took Y/n plainly stating the fact to realise. "I'll probably just invite the other kids from the children's home." The awkward air that Y/n had always seemed to feel around the gorgon seemed to now be reciprocated, both of them standing on opposite ends of the room uncomfortably. "We should, um, get going." Y/n was the first to break the silence, gesturing to the door of their room. "Don't want to be late."

Y/n had almost thought about not joining Ajax and his friend group for lunch. With the semester coming back in full swing, there were too many people for him to comfortably sit by himself. Maybe he could join Eugene in the apiary; no doubt, a boy as unique as him would find himself secluded even in a place like this. That was the better option: eating with Eugene rather than facing the distorted mirror of his lover, but Ajax was more than that; he was a boy in his own right, and it would be cruel for Y/n to cast him away for a crime he didn't purposely commit. At least, that's what Y/n told himself as he let his feet carry him to sit with Ajax, Yoko, and the others. He felt a part of his soul that had been black with grief light up in a tickling spark as Ajax greeted him with a smile. But that spark was quickly swallowed by the shadow of grief, it's taking of his happiness, encouraged by guilt.

"How are your classes going?" Yoko asked as Y/n sat across from her and next to the gorgon. He nodded, "Better than expected." His words were meant to be dismissive, but you could never dismiss Yoko when she was on a mission to pry. Divina placed her hands on the table as she leaned forward, "So, anything interesting happen so far?" Before Y/n could answer her question, Ajax spoke up for him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, "Divina, he's not going to gossip with you on his first day." He said with a chuckle that lit a spark of teasing in his brown-eyes and Y/n couldn't find it in himself to pull his gaze from them even though they lacked the familiarity of his lover. There it was again, that glittering shockwave in his chest as Y/n felt the heat of Ajax's skin push through his uniform.

He was being stupid. He shouldn't feel the way he did about how the two of them interacted. It was just because he had Victor's face. Right? What was he thinking? Of course it was. It had nothing to do with the man he knew for a few days and everything to do with the man he had loved for two decades. Y/n felt like an addict. He knew what he was doing was wrong, letting Ajax fill the void that Victor left. But with every spark Ajax ignited with him, and with every feeling of sinking guilt that quickly buried it after, he couldn't help but chase that high love provided when it was given to him so readily and so painfully. "Y/n," A younger voice broke through the friend group's chatter. It was Eugene. Bianca rolled her eyes as Eugene pushed himself into the spot between her and Yoko, but she shockingly didn't stop him. "I called my moms last night and asked them if you could tell me some more about our history."

Y/n sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Eugene-" The younger peculiar cut him off. "I know you said I don't want to know about some of that stuff, but it's my history too." Y/n dropped his hand, looking over the curious gazes of Ajax's friend group before letting out a deeper sigh of resignation. "Fine. Three questions," Yoko let out a snort, "What're you, a genie?" A teasing smile pulled on her lips, showing off her fangs, "Or are you too old to know what a genie is?" Y/n rolled his eyes, raising a hand from the table to flip her off, "The Arabian Nights English edition came out in 1721, spargeltarzan, I know what a genie is. You know that you're older than me." Yoko scoffed, "Did you just call me a tarzan asparagus?" This is what Y/n missed, the comfortable banter that had his heart feeling as if he was home. The feeling of belonging that had been corrupted by his loss.

Y/n rolled his eyes as he turned back to Eugene, dropping his hand. "Your questions?" His annoyance was subdued by an endearing amusement as Eugene set a notepad on the table. "Right, um, why make loops in the first place?" Y/n shook his head, "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." Eugene scoffed, "I'm not, I just don't get the time-" He cut the younger boy off, "The same reason this school was built in the first place. Back then, they didn't just hate people, they killed them. It was safer to live in a loop." Eugene furrowed his brows, "But you can still die in a loop." Y/n's eyes closed and crinkled with a wince as Eugene's words punched him in the gut. "Yes." "Then why-" Y/n cut him off again, and if the boy wasn't treading on such sensitive topics, he would've felt bad about it. "Two more questions." The younger boy was cut off by the ringing of the school bell, signalling lunch was over and it was time to move on.

You had always admired the way she treated the orphanage, how deeply she cared for the children. Decade after decade frozen in time, every day you went through the same routine, but that also granted you and Alma time, endless time together.

This morning was the same as always. You fed seeds to the birds, letting them to sit on you, let them peck the seeds off your palm or on the ground, depending on how brave each of them were. Alma looked at you laughing when birds flocked around you, they always seemed to be more fond of you than her. Maybe it was because Alma was your wife and a bird herself in a way, maybe the other birds trusted you because Alma trusted you.

You stood at the backyard like every morning, a dozen birds landing on you, pecking off seeds and flying off to come back in a moment. Alma looked at you while nursing a teacup, smiling softly as you laughed at the birds being impatient when you crouched down to get more seeds. She loved you so, so much, even when her way of showing love wasn’t grand gestures and just little moments together. She was so incredibly grateful for the chance to share this time loop with you, and how you had moved in to run the orphanage with him mere days before the signs of war became clear and when you decided to trap yourselves in this day. Of course, you weren’t officially married, but you wore rings and the children thought of you as a married couple, so it was as close as it could be.

Of course, all things weren’t perfect on this picture perfect day, but the mornings, the birds, the joy on your face… it made it all worth it and she wouldn’t change it to any other day, and she knew you wouldn’t either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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