MPHFPC headcanons

Request 1 - Enoch x OC

Request no 1

Enoch x Male OC, Chance ! 🕊

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Perhaps it was the beady eyes, or the fact that they dropped dirty feathers everywhere, or the fact that they screeched a lot. Whatever it was, Enoch O'Conner did not like birds. He made that known to everyone, except Ms Peregrine of course. He never liked using bird parts in his humunculi unless absolutely necessary. Even then, he pulled faces as he would sew chicken's feet onto his creations. Enoch was lucky to only have to deal with one bird in his life, his ymbrene. Enoch was lucky enough until that evening. 

The new boy walked in without a word. Ms Peregrine's hands around his shoulders. His grey eyes darted around the hallway, as if looking for somewhere to escape. Ms Peregine called the children down the stairs. Enoch didn't come down. That was his first mistake. As the other children welcomed him, 'Chance' he said his name was, Ms Peregine took Hugh aside. "Where is Enoch ?" She asked him quietly. Hugh smiled. "He's up in his room sulking Miss" 

"Up in that big room all by himself sulking?" Miss peregrine asked slyly. Hugh nodded. "Well I dare say it's time he got a roommate, isn't that right, Chance ?" She asked turning to the boy. Chance gave a small smile. "I guess so, Miss"

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Enoch had been brooding. He had finally finished a new project. He had called some of the others to come up and see it, but they were disgusted at his creation. Why so ? He was just practicing his peculiarity like the rest of them? 

He was dismantling the humunculus, the negative reaction from his peers sparked rage for his creation. He harshly tore it apart. Some time later, he heard the floorboards creak. His head whipped up from his desk. There was an auburn haired boy standing at the door. His nervous eyes glanced at Enoch, then at his desk. The boy didn't shy away when he saw Enoch's creation, he didn't even flinch. "What do you want?" asked Enoch. The new boy cleared his throat and moved over to the desk. He extended his hand for Enoch to shake. "My name is Chance" he said quietly. Enoch was a little shocked at the gesture but took his hand anyway. "Enoch O'Conner" he responded.

"I think I'm staying in this room with you" Chance said shyly. Enoch nodded, "yeah, there's a spare bed next to mine." Enoch replied as he pointed at it. Chance took in the room as he walked across the creaky floors. The walls were dark green and peeling. There were lots of sculptures on the shelves, as well as numerous pickled hearts and various other organs in jars. Chance plopped his suitcase on the bed. He went over to look at the glass jars. 

Enoch was watching him closely, he saw the way he dressed. It was the same kind style Jacob had. It was modern. Chance wore it better, Enoch had decided. Then again, he was comparing Chance to Jacob, and he hated Jacob. 

Chance sat down on the bed and began to unpack his clothes. Enoch filled the silence. "What are the initials on your jumper ?" He asked. Chance looked up. "The initials on the one I'm wearing ? Or this one in my hand? " he asked holding up another item of clothing he took out of his case. "The one you're wearing" Enoch clarified. Chance had been wearing a white and purple baseball cap. "It stands for Junior Swamp Bats I used to play for them before this" Chance said gesturing to the house. "Do you play ?" He added. Enoch shook his head. "Baseball doesn't really exist in England, especially not 1940s England" he said with a hint of humour. Chance smiled, "yeah, I don't think I'll ever get used to this" 

Enoch smiled back. "You do get used to it after a little while, wait until the loop reset though, that's always a little freaky, even for me, and I've been here for almost 80 years" he joked. Chances eyes widened. "80 years?" He gasped. "What do you do with all the time here ?"